Calvin

My eyes open in the dark room. It takes a moment for me to remember I’m napping in Schuyler’s room. Instantly, I’m acutely aware of her slender arm drapes across my bare chest and her long legs twine with mine. I force my breaths to remain steady so as not to wake her. The longer she sleeps, the longer I can enjoy her body snuggling with mine.

Two days in Mexico have flown by. I fear I will never have my fill of Schuyler. Our relationship differs from any I’ve ...