Episode 436: Overnight Sensation

"Stay a little longer this time," she purred, running a hand through his silky chest hair.

"I wish I didn’t have to leave like this every morning," he said, his lips settling on her neck, his hand sliding under the covers, smoothing over her hip. "Leaving you kills me, you know."

"It’s no picnic for me either," Justine assured him, pressing her hands to his jaw, drawing him up to meet her eyes, her lips. "I hate it that I can’t just reach out and touch you, and taste you like this whenever I want, for however long I want," she breathily complained between kisses.

"Me too," he huskily agreed and the hunger in their lips, their hands, their bodies, leapt even higher, but a noise, some distant movement down the hallway pulled them apart.

He cursed under his breath.

"I’m sorry," Justine whispered as he jumped into his clothes and she threw her nightie back on.

He pressed a knee onto the bed, taking her face into his hands. "This is crazy. It’s awful," he moaned into one last kiss.

"I know. It won’t be forever though," she promised.

He gave a curt nod and stepped out the window.

"Sorry to wake you, but I have a meeting and I’m out of conditioner, do you-" Justine’s mother stopped, spying the tiniest sliver of his retreating frame. "Was that the man from Halloween?"

Justine nodded.

"I understand you wanting your privacy," her mom said, though for all that alleged understanding; she looked and sounded perturbed. "It would have been nice to know you’re seriously seeing someone. It would be nicer still to know the man’s name. To get to know him. Is there some reason you feel the need to keep him a complete mystery from us? Is there something about him that we wouldn’t-"

"Tansy," she hurriedly blurted. You bet there was something they wouldn’t like about him. Everything they’d never liked about Quentin. "It’s best if it’s just between him and me for right now. I don’t want her to get confused or attached."

Episode 437: I Stole Your Love