I slept over at his house and helped him add the things we bought from the mall. Quinn's father is dropping him off tomorrow at the airport. His flight leaves at two in the afternoon. I'm not going with them. I just might end up telling him not to go.
It's past midnight, and both of us are still watching a television show. No one wants to sleep. We just want to take whatever is left with the time that we're together. From time to time, I feel Quinn's lips on my forehead -- sometimes on my temple or my hair.
"Maybe we should get some sleep. What do you think?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "If I sleep, then it's less time to see you."
I buried my face on his chest. "Quinn, you said we would do video calls. We get to see each other still. Maybe not able to touch, but it's better than
