“Let’s finish the rest later,” she says while kissing down my neck.

With a sharp inhale, I nod. Then, I gently place a hand below her chin and guide her lips back to mine.

The K-drama thankfully ends up being a lot more entertaining than I thought it’d be, but if someone asked me what the show is about, I wouldn’t be able to tell them. Most of my focus is on Celeste and learning and relearning how she reacts to me touching different areas of her body. She more than returns the favor, and I consider myself lucky I’m even able to show up to work on Monday.

At lunch, Val takes one look at my disheveled state and says to Kiara, “Ah, young love. Babe, remember when we were like that?”

Kiara laughs. “What are you talking about? We’re still like that.”

I widen my eyes. After making sure no one is within earshot in the café, I hiss, “You guys still have this much sex?”

Val scrunches up her nose. “Well… it comes and goes in waves. We haven’t been able to do much while you’re around, for example, but now… let’s just say that Burrito’s been sleeping in the living room.”

“Oh God,” I laugh. “I’m so sorry. Good thing I’m moving out in a couple of weeks.”

“Speaking of which,” says Kiara. “You’ve thoroughly vetted your new place, right? Because I don’t want you to accidentally move into some secret meth lab or something equally sketchy.”

Both Val and I give Kiara a surprised look.

“How in the world did you come up with that scenario?” Val asks in horror.

Kiara laughs. “Sorry, I’ve been rewatching Breaking Bad on my tablet while you game.”

“Rewatching?” Val exclaims. “Just when I thought I couldn’t love you any more. I had no idea you liked that shit! Oh man, we’re watching Metástasis together next.”

“Metástasis?” I ask.

“It’s the Colombian remake of Breaking Bad. Not everyone likes it, but… I think it’s pretty good.”

Val and Kiara end up talking about TV shows for the rest of lunch while I go through my emails. One of them is a message from Evelyn saying she found an older sapphic couple for us to interview. By the end of the workday, we’ve scheduled the last two interviews for “Modern Love in Focus” this coming Saturday, one in the morning and one in the afternoon.

After I leave the office, Celeste and I meet up at an indie bookstore near the Golden Gate Park.

“It’s good that we’re doing this. A nice little break from just being holed up in my apartment,” Celeste says with a grin as we enter through the door.