We spend the rest of the day and much of the night making love.
The following morning, he tells me he'd like to go back to his apartment to grab a few things. When he rushed over on Friday night, he hadn't anticipated staying all weekend.
"Come with me," he says. "We'll grab some food."
The food is only a pretense, I know. I can see it in his eyes. He's afraid, like me, that the minute we step back into the real world, everything will come crashing down around us. The minute we part, we'll start thinking about all of the things that might push us apart again.
I agree to go with him, of course. I'm not ready for the spell to be broken just yet.
I sense that something's off the minute we reach Calder's building. Calder does too, judging by the way he glances around the parking lot. He g
