"Whatever, man. I can get that any time," I remind him, a low moan working its way out of my throat when we both settle inside the sleeping bag, skin on skin and legs impossibly tangled.

"God..." A tightness has made itself known behind my ribs, and it's suddenly a little tough to focus on the task at hand, when all I really wanna do is wrap my arms around him and hold on.

Two years ago, I should've lost all hope that we'd ever have a future, but somehow, I didn't. Six months ago, it seemed impossible that our future would look anything like this.

"Mike," I breathe, hand in his hair and pulling his mouth to mine.