She felt him grow hard against her and slid her arm around his waist. "Okay," she said breathlessly.

"And then maybe we could cook dinner together. And then we can make love again." Idly, he began to stroke at a rosy nipple and felt it spring into instant life. "And then we can coordinate our diaries." 

Vivian's hand stopped stroking the skin in the small of his back. "Diaries?" she asked stupidly.

"I want to know when I’m going to see you again." 

"You'll see me ...