Page 27 of Tryst

“You're not going to make this easy on me, are you?” he asks.

“You bet your ass I'm not.”

I take a deep breath as he lays me down and we kiss. Every tear I cried before this moment, was worth it.

Ilean up against thebuilding waiting for my girl. Damn, I’ve missed her. The last time I saw her was two months ago when I flew out here, to sunny LA, to visit her. I could only spend a weekend, so we spent the entire time in my hotel room, in bed with me helping her study in between breaks. I was bad for her concentration.

She flies out in two days for Thanksgiving break, but I couldn't wait to see her. Two months is a long time to be away from the one you love. One of the many reasons I hate long-distance relationships. I keep it all in perspective by reminding myself this is her last year. When she graduates, I'll be front and center, cheering the loudest with the biggest gift.

Which I'm sure Alan will have something to say about. He's still not happy with me, but he's learning to cope. He’d better because I'm not going anywhere.

“Hey, shouldn't you be in class young lady,” I say as she walks by me in a sundress that makes me want to pull her behind the bushes and show her exactly how much I've missed her.

“Oh my god! What are you doing here?” She squeals crashing into my arms.

“I came for you. I missed you so damn much I couldn't wait to see you in New York.”

She makes the cutest pouty face. “I have to get to class. I can't miss this one today.”

“Go ahead, I'll walk around. When you're done, I'll be waiting over there in that car.” I point to my hot brand-spanking-new rental.

She arches a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and smirks. “A drop top convertible?”

“It's Los Angeles. And it's forty-nine degrees in New York. Let me get a little glitz and glamour in the City of Angels with my slice of heaven.”

She smiles and kisses me.

After her class, I show her the car. On the drive, she holds my hand. She’s radiant with her sun-kissed skin, which already had a natural tan. “I missed you,” she says.

I rub the back of her hand with my thumb. I missed her too. “FaceTime sex is not doing it, babe.”

“It's not.” She sighs.

“I'm glad this is your last semester. My frequent flyer miles would be crazy, and you'd get sick of seeing me.”

“Never. I can't wait to spend the night with you. Too bad my roommate is in our room now.”

“Who said we can only reach heaven at night? We can do anything we want.”

“You’re right, Mr. Fox.”

“Besides, my dorm days are way behind me. I had a better idea for our sleeping arrangements than a hotel.”

“Where?”

“You'll see.”

“Don't tell me you found another Victorian?”

I look over at her and smile. We pull up to the curb, and she gets out of the car. I throw the keys to her, and she runs up the steps. As soon as she opens the door, she smiles broad holding out her arms. I can tell she's fallen in love with it.

“The best one so far,” she says.

“I know.” I hug her in the middle of the room and kiss her until she's breathless, the way I always do, and the way I plan on doing for a long time to come.

“The dream is yours, but every day can last more than one night this time around. If you want it to.” I brush her hair behind her ear.

“Of course I do.” She kisses my lips. “I told you all I needed was one night.”

“So you did.”

“Forever’s even better. I'll take it.”

And now we have more than our slice of heaven.