PM Her: You’ve used kinda twice now PM Him: Kinda. PM Her: Okay but don’t stress yourself PM Him: Thinking about seeing you is never stress.

I would love to come today, but I need to think it thru PM Him: I’ll let you know before .

His eyes followed Her lines, from Her manicured toes, over Her long legs, Her torso, breasts, neck to face. He would touch Her with a religious reverence, and She withheld no part of herself from Him. Caressing His chest with Her hand while lying on His shoulder. But really I just want you here for selfish reasons.

He thought She would need an evening alone to recuperate before He arrived. They had been spending the vast majority of nights together, but it seemed to make Him miss Her more rather than less.

She had been at a conference and out of touch, coming home in the late hours of Wednesday.

When they were in bed together, in the mornings between waking and leaving the bed, He would trace Her lines with His finger. It gave him joy to observe the gentle curve of her jaw, the long lines of her legs. He had been practicing for some months sketching off and on, but His skill was far from adequate to capture the powerful emotions that Her lines evoked in Him. As He drew each line, lines His finger had traced hundreds of times, He could feel Her in the pencil. Two weeks since he had choked the laughter out of her as he watched her eyes pale. He placed her on the plastic she used for a dropcloth and took the shovel that was hanging on the wall. Funny, her eyes were still open and the whites turned to grey.

Across the table He enjoyed tracing Her lines with His eyes. His attempts today were once again poor, but there was still a joy in it. Two weeks since she had laughed at his fumbling sexual advance. She should have known better than to disrespect him. He unscrewed the light in the garage, opened the door. The trees made it hard to see from the road anyway. She only weighed 120, so putting her in the trunk was not a problem. A month ago he made a random stop at the rest area on I-75.

He liked to call Her “My Tall Girl.” He loved Her length, stretched out next to Him on the bed, duvet kicked aside in heat. Closing Her eyes in pleasure as He rubbed Her feet and legs, snuggling against Him once He was done. I have to go home Tue morning kinda no matter what. PM Him: You’re great at indirect answers PM Her: Kinda.

He pulled a pillow into His chest and willed it to become Her. It’s my Hordor PM Her: Will coming tomorrow be better? PM Her: I have to work – 230 meeting then I hope to be out. PM Him: You know how you like to tell me you love me when you are really feeling it?

They had made a considered decision: His business was flagging and needed Him to make it a priority. For the last couple weeks porn had lost any appeal.

They had been apart less than a week and His chest ached for the feel of Her pressed into Him.

They knew it meant the weeks of living together would be put on pause, but in the long run it would mean He could move to Her city.

He would spend less time with Her and more focusing on His business.