48-Juliet

Hank walks Juliet to the border before the sun comes up.

“The past 36 hours have been,” Hank can’t find the word.

“Orgasmic,” Juliet offers.

Hank smiles and pulls her to him for one more kiss. After dinner, they said good-bye to everyone and returned to their bedroom for more love making.

“We had a few of those, yes,” Hank smiles at her.

“You had a few, I’m still high from losing count,” Juliet teases.

“Will be waiting patiently for you to come visit, or to text me, where to meet you,” Hank tells her. “Just know you are loved here.”

“My next text will be telling you about the next attack,” Juliet tells him.

Hank nods. “Luna Juliet, text me three times a day, if you miss more than two in a row, I’m tracking you down.”

“I promise,” Juliet smiles. “8am, 12pm, 9pm.”

Hank nods in agreement.

They kiss and Juliet crosses the border.

She back tracks several times and goes the long way around. She stays in the neutral zone for the most part, unaware that Hank can feel every time she steps over