* * *
Miles still hasmy suitcase in his trunk. He brings it all the way to my apartment door.
"I'd like to come in," he says.
I shake my head. "I'm not up for that… any of that right now." I fiddle with my key. "Finals start Monday. I've got to turn everything off so I can study."
He nods. "When are you done?"
"The twelfth."
"I'll see you on the twelfth."
He slides his hands around my waist, pulls my body into his, and kisses me. Heat floods my body. It's sweet and hot and delicate all at once.
I slide his leather jacket off my arms and try to hand it over.
He waves it away. "I want you to keep it."
I nod.
"Bye, Meg."
"Bye."
I don't breathe properly until I hear the elevator doors shut behind him.
