“C’mon, just a couple more days, angel,” I speak, my voice low as I pepper kisses down your neck from behind you, my arms wrapped around your waist while you pack your suitcase.

We’ve been secretly….well, I don’t really know what we’ve been doing. I wouldn’t say we’re in a relationship, but we also aren’t only hooking up. Whatever it is, though, we’ve been doing it back and forth for a few weeks now. It’s the same exact cycle: we text throughout the week, meet up on Friday at a hotel, have a wonderful weekend, then part ways on Sunday.

But quite honestly, I’m tired of it.

“Don’t have a show until Wednesday, could stay with me just a bit longer,” I mumble between kisses, my nose bumping your jaw. “I’ll pay for your new ticket and everything, just come back to bed,” While I speak, I bring a hand up to drag the purse strap off your shoulder to let it hit the floor.