Eventually we stopped having s*x and ordered pizza and wings for a late dinner. We settled down in front of my living room flat-screen and enjoyed a circus-themed movie starring Hugh Jackman; one of his favorite actors. When the movie ended, he opened a bottle of red wine and I poured us a glass each.
“Let’s talk,” he said, sitting with his legs crossed, positioned in front of me on the sofa.
“What kind of talk?”
“About today. About us. Me liking you. You liking me. What happened upstairs. Showering together. Why I’m still here. The real stuff.”
I was intrigued, squinted. “I’m listening. Go ahead.”
He drank some of his wine, kissed me. “Let me start with…you’ll be leaving in January, after New Year’s. It’s almost here.”
I nodded. “Which is sooner than later. Time stops for no one. No
