Same Time Next Year

by Tessa Bailey

“If it makes you feel better, I’ll even pretend we’re just friends while I’m nine deep, ringing your bell.”

“Britta.” “Sumner. I love you.” A sob shakes her. “I really, really love you.”

“Yeah. I could make a wall of pictures out of you.” She laughs tearfully and kisses my neck, my jaw, my cheek. “And add one every year.”