"Well, that's all we can do," Miles whispered.
I nodded, staring at his empty room besides the bed and desk. I reached for his hand and stared out the window as night crept up on us.
"Tomorrow some guys will come and take the big furniture away," Miles said with a yawn.
I licked my lips, "Tomorrow a plane will come and take you away."
Miles sighed and turned to face me. He leaned his forehead on mine, closing the door shut with his free hand to conceal us in his room.
"Soon we will have no communication besides some letters," he said with a hysterical laugh.
I laughed, “Letters? What century are you living in?”
He smiled, and then I pressed my lips into his. His hands ran down my back until they reached my waist, where they held me tight. I moved my mouth against his and wrapped my
