We stay in bed until staying in bed becomes an utter impossibility. We’re starving and finally each other’s bodies can’t feed what we feel, so we rip ourselves out of my bed and attack the stairs as if everything that must be done must be done quickly. Eating and breathing and bathroom breaks are only roadblocks on this journey back to one another.

I wrap my fingers around the refrigerator handle and pull, sighing contentedly as the cold air hits my scarcely-covered body and attempts to transcend Spencer’s impossible heat.

“I’m so hungry that I don’t even know where to start,” I say into her hair, pulling her next to me.

“I’m so hungry I’m not even sure I have the energy to eat.”

“Hmm…I know.”

She smiles, completely aglow by refrigerator light and dressed in one of my over-sized t-shirts and I can’t believe that she’s finally right there. Maybe she’s never been right there before. Maybe this was something different entirely.

“I can’t believe this is really happening,” she says, as if she knows what I’m thinking and is urging me to vocalize.

“I can’t either. I really can’t.”

“And I’m here. I mean, I’m in L.A. so it’s not like I have somewhere to be in two weeks. We have time, you know?”

“I’m moving.”

She’s obviously startled. She backs several feet away from me and drops the smile that’s been playing at her lips consistently for the past few hours.

“No…wait, sorry,” I stumble.

“Are you serious?”

“It’s not what you think. I should’ve phrased it differently.”

“Well, tell me what I should think,” she demands, softly.

“I’m moving out. I got an apartment.”

“Where?”

“Here…in L.A.”

“Oh,” she says, moving a step closer to me again, “well good. You scared me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you moving out?”

“Well, it’s time…don’t you think?”

“I guess. Does Kyla know?”

“Yeah, she knows. She’s helping me tomorrow.”

“You’re moving tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

She nods and the smile is back where it belongs, “Good. We can christen your apartment.”

“Yes, please.”

She leans in, leaving a trail of hot kisses across my face, “You make me so happy.”

“Do I?”

“You know you do.”

I sigh contentedly, collecting every word that falls from her lips and storing it away for a time when missing her becomes relevant again, “You make me happy too…so incredibly and utterly happy.”