I showered quickly, fighting the urge to conjure up a mental image of Elliot naked and deal with the ache between my thighs myself. If I did it once, more would follow the climax couldn’t actually end until we’d had sex for a couple of days or survived until the hormones faded all the way on their own.

So I showered fast, then quickly threw on some clean clothes and tossed my wet hair up in a ponytail. As I said goodbye to Elliot, I fought the urge to give him another hug. My ...