I pad my naked self to the end of the dock. “Milo, how long can I have you?” “As long as you need,” he says. “Forever?” I glance at him over my shoulder. “One day at a time.” “Milo.” I narrow my eyes at him. He shrugs off his shirt and unbuckles his belt, his grin larger than life. “Forever,” he mouths. I dive into the cool water. And I know without question … this is love.
