Okay so I lied, and James knew it too, but I sucked his dick after we made love again so I think I’m forgiven. Although, we are leaving thirty minutes after we were supposed to leave which resulted in a lecture from Dad for not being on schedule.

“Sorry!” I squeal as we get in the car, after he gets off the phone.

“He’ll be okay.” He chuckles. “I’m in no rush to get home anyway.”

“I know me either, but the roads…” I wince as we make our way out of the garage and onto the street. They’ve been plowed, but the snow is falling again and it’s only a matter of time before the streets are covered with a thin blanket of snow. It’s about an hour drive from here to our home in Greenwich, Connecticut but I am not sure how we’ll fare in a light snow storm and the holiday traffic.

He rubs my thigh and gives it a squeeze. “I’ll drive safely. There’s precious cargo in here.” About an hour later, we’re still about twenty minutes from home as the snow did slow us down some.

“So…can we not…until we are back in New York?”

He glances at me, and before I can think he’s pulling over to the side of the road. I look around at what he’s doing and I’m grateful that we’re off the highway on a less traveled road. “What do you think?”

I shrug. “I don’t know.”

He pulls my face closer to his and presses a kiss to my lips. His tongue invades my mouth instantly and my body begins to build with every swipe of his tongue against mine. I don’t know how long we’re at it but when we pull apart, we are both out of breath and his lips are red and wet and I’m sure mine look similar. “I don’t know that I’ll be able to go a week without you.”

“A week? James, I’m home until after New Year’s. I’m sure you’ll go back to New York but the dorms don’t open again until mid-January.”

His eyes widen as the reality of not being able to touch me for the next month sets in. He leans back against the headrest. “Fuck. Can’t you say you have to go back early?”

“Okay and stay where?”

“With me, obviously. Say you got a job on campus and you have to go back.”

“Okay and where will I get the mystery money when Mom and Dad cut back on my allowance because now, I have ‘a job.’” I put in air quotes.

He shoots me a look. “Baby, I’ll take care of whatever you need, you know that.”

“Wait what?”