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FINALLY INSIDE HER 3

Aurora The door opened before Kevin reached it. A man in a beanie stepped halfway in holding a cordless drill, already talking, then stopped dead when he saw me on the couch with my sweater still crooked and my mouth obviously kissed. Kevin blocked more of the doorway with his body. “Bad time,” Kevin said. The neighbor’s eyes bounced from Kevin to me and back. “Yeah. Got that. Drill’s fine. I’ll come back.” He was gone in under ten seconds. The door shut. Kevin locked it this time and rested his forehead against the wood for a second before turning around. The apartment felt smaller than it had five minutes ago. “That was—” I started. “I know.” He stayed by the door. I stayed on the couch. The heat between us had not gone anywhere. It had only been interrupted. My lips still felt swollen. The place where his hands had been under my sweater still burned. “Come here,” I said. Kevin pushed off the door. He did not sit beside me. He stood between my knees, looked down at me, an

FINALLY INSIDE HER 4

Kevin The rest of the afternoon was a special kind of torture. Aurora sat against my side on the couch with her hair still messy from my hands and her mouth still faintly swollen. We put a show on. Neither of us watched it. My arm stayed around her shoulders and every few minutes she shifted closer until her thigh was pressed fully against mine. The taste of her was still on my tongue. The image of her looking up at me with her lips around my cock was going to live in my head until I died. “You’re quiet,” she said. “I’m trying to behave.” “How’s that going.” “Badly.” She smiled against my shoulder. The soft domestic weight of her in my apartment after what we had just done made the year of distance feel unreal. I kissed the top of her head and forced myself to leave the next move alone. When I finally got inside her it was not going to be rushed between afternoon light and an empty stomach. We ordered food again. Ate on the floor with our backs against the couch because the ta

FINALLY INSIDE HER 5

Kevin I woke up with her still in my bed. For a second I just watched her sleep. Dark hair on my pillow. One hand curled near her mouth. The sheet slipped low enough that I could see the mark I had left on her collarbone the night before. A year of screens and dirty calls and falling asleep to her voice through a speaker, and now she was here, real, breathing, still smelling faintly like sex and my soap. My cock was already hard against her thigh. Aurora stirred when I kissed the back of her shoulder. She made a soft sound and pushed back against me without fully waking. I slid my hand down her stomach and between her legs. She was warm and a little swollen and still slick enough that my fingers moved easily. Her breath hitched. “Morning,” I muttered against her neck. “Mmm. Hi.” I rubbed slow circles over her clit until she was fully awake and shifting against my hand. Then I reached for another condom, rolled it on, and lifted her thigh so I could push into her from behind. Au

FINALLY INSIDE HER 6

Aurora He didn’t say anything right away. Kevin sat on the coffee table in front of me with his elbows on his knees and looked at the floor like the right response might be written there. My phone sat dark in my lap. The message from my boss was still open behind the lock screen. Two days gone. Thursday morning instead of Saturday. The week we had waited a year for had just shrunk in a single email. “Say something,” I whispered. He rubbed a hand over his face and exhaled. “I’m trying not to be an asshole about your job.” “You can be a little bit of an asshole. I already am.” That got a rough almost-laugh out of him. He reached over and took the phone out of my lap, set it on the table facedown, and tugged me forward by the front of the hoodie until I was in his space. His forehead rested against mine. “Okay,” he said. “Then I’m pissed. Not at you. At the timing. At every month we did this through a screen and only get this many days in the same room.” “I know.” “And I’m still

FINALLY INSIDE HER 7

Kevin Morning of the last full day felt wrong from the second I opened my eyes. Aurora was already awake, lying on her side watching me. For a second neither of us said anything. The knowledge of tomorrow’s flight sat in the bed like a third person. I reached out and pulled her closer until her face was against my throat. “Don’t start counting hours,” she muttered into my skin. “Too late.” I kissed her forehead and got up before the mood could turn heavy enough to waste the day. Coffee. Eggs. The ordinary script we had built in less than a week. She came into the kitchen in my hoodie and stole the first piece of toast off my plate. I let her. My hand found the back of her thigh under the hem of the hoodie and stayed there while I drank my coffee. We left the apartment before noon because staying inside made the clock louder. Walked the long way through the park. Sat on the same bench. Her fingers laced with mine on the cold wood. A dog ran past chasing a ball. Aurora laughed at

FINALLY INSIDE HER 8

Aurora The rideshare waited outside for four minutes before I cancelled it. Kevin stood in the middle of the living room watching me, still in the shirt he had slept in, hair messy, eyes locked on my face like he was afraid the message would disappear if he blinked. I locked the phone and set it on the table. “Three more days,” I said. “Three more days.” He crossed the room and kissed me hard enough that I had to grip the front of his shirt to stay upright. The suitcase stayed by the door, half in the way, until he kicked it aside with his foot without breaking the kiss. We stumbled backward toward the bedroom and fell onto sheets that still smelled like the night before. There was nothing careful about it this time. Kevin got my clothes off like they had offended him. I dragged his shirt over his head and bit the place where his neck met his shoulder. He groaned and pushed two fingers into me, finding me already wet, and worked them until I was shaking. Then he rolled on a con

BENT OVER HIS COUNTER 1

Lena The key was only supposed to be for packages. That was the rule when Cole handed it to me three months ago in the hallway, still in his work shirt, mail stacked in one hand. If you’re home and I’m not, just stick the boxes inside. I’ll do the same for you. Practical. Neighborly. Nothing in the way he said it suggested I would start listening for his door at night. I used the key the way we agreed. Twice for a delivery that wouldn’t fit in the lobby. Once when his grocery bag split and oranges rolled toward the elevator. Each time his apartment smelled like clean laundry and coffee and something underneath that was just him. Each time I left the bags on his counter and locked the door behind me and went back to my place with my pulse a little too high. I never stayed longer than a minute. I thought about staying longer every time. Cole lived three doors down on the same floor. Close enough that I heard his shower in the mornings if the building was quiet. Close enough that

BENT OVER HIS COUNTER 2

Cole She didn’t leave. I stood on my side of the counter with my hands on the stone and watched Lena Ortiz stay exactly where she was, takeout bag still hanging from her fingers, cheeks flushed from getting caught in my dark kitchen. Water from the shower tracked a slow line down the back of my neck into the collar of my shirt. The package she had brought in sat by the door like an alibi neither of us fully believed. “You can put that down,” I said. She glanced at the takeout bag as if she had forgotten it. Set it on the counter between us. The plastic crinkled. Something inside smelled like garlic and oil. My stomach had no interest in food. “I should go,” she said. “Yeah.” Neither of us moved. The under-cabinet light threw a thin strip of gold across the stone. It cut across her wrist when she rested her hand near the bag. She had a thin silver ring on her middle finger. I had never noticed it in the hallway. In the hallway I noticed other things. The way she shifted her gro

BENT OVER HIS COUNTER 3

Lena I lasted until Tuesday before I used the key again. Not for a package. There was no package. I stood in the hallway after ten with my palm flat on his door and told myself I had heard something — a pipe, a thump, an excuse — and then I put the key in the lock before I could invent a better one. The door opened into dark. “Cole?” No answer. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The apartment smelled like him and cold air from a window left cracked. I should have turned around. My hand found the wall switch and didn’t flip it. Moonlight from the courtyard cut a pale bar across the counter where I had eaten standing up three nights before. I walked toward it. My fingers traced the edge of the stone. Cool. Smooth. I set my phone down on it so I would stop checking for a text he hadn’t sent. The bulb I had left outside his door Saturday morning was gone. No thank-you message. No hallway collision. Two days of ordinary silence that felt nothing like ordinary. A floorb

BENT OVER HIS COUNTER 4

Cole The phone kept buzzing on the counter like it had a personal problem with timing. Lena’s hand stayed flat on my stomach. Mine stayed at the side of her neck. The screen threw cold light up across her chin and mouth and the open collar of her jacket. Neither of us reached for it. On the third buzz the call went to voicemail and the kitchen fell back into courtyard moonlight and the sound of both of us breathing too carefully. “Do you need to get that,” I asked. “No.” “Good.” I closed the inch between us and kissed her. She made a small sound against my mouth and her fingers curled into my skin. Soft at first. Testing. Then she opened for me and the careful version of the week broke open. I angled my head and tasted coffee and nerves and the particular heat of someone who had been standing in my dark kitchen thinking about this as long as I had. My other hand found her waist under the jacket. She stepped in until the counter edge pressed the back of my hip and there was nowh

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