Page 49 of With This Lie

“Don’t worry about it. She’s just being a mom,” I offer.

She nods and opens the car door.

I get out and come around to the sidewalk. I put my arms around her and she leans into my chest, wrapping her arms around me.

“Are you staying tonight?” she asks.

Her question sounds like a plea. I can feel how badly she wants me to. I hesitate for a moment, not sure if I should anymore. Or ever again. But the rest of my week leading up to her birthday was going to be pretty busy so maybe I should tonight. It might be the only chance I get to this week.

“I can tonight. The rest of the week I may not be able to,” I warn.

She nods, understanding.

I take her hand and we walk to her door together. We get into her apartment and I am filled with the urge to have her again one last time in case it is the last time. In case I never get to touch her like this again.

I make love to her. I could call it something else but it would be a lie. I take my time with her. I kiss every inch of her skin. I savor every noise from her mouth. I want her to remember this. I want her to remember me. I will miss her.

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