In-Love with More than One
“Tripp…”
“I like how you keep saying my name,” I whisper, tugging her close against me.
She lets me, settling her hand on my chest and gazing up at me with wistful eyes.
“It’s a very nice name,” she whispers.
“Guess I’m just going to have to find more ways to make you say it,” I tell her as I kiss her. It’s quick, but she doesn’t pull away. She relaxes in my arms, and the bell rings, signaling the start of the next class. “Fuck, I gotta get to practice,” I sigh, and she pushes away from me. I hate the emptiness that follows without her against me.