“Anthony,” I murmur. “I love—” He halt my words with a kiss and shudders in my arms. “Don’t, Summer. Please. I won’t be able… please.” “Okay,” I murmur. “I won’t.” He smooths my hair back with his free hand, still buried deep inside me. “Not until I’m back with you. Not until I’m better.” “Okay,” I whisper. Lock my legs behind his back. “It’s not that I don’t—” This time, I’m the one who stops his words with my lips. They aren’t needed. Not as we cling to each other in my small bed, chasing away the future one touch at a time.
