So it wasn't a surprise to him that he woke up late on Sunday morning. Crys had never been one to sleep late, but he knew that she wouldn't, couldn't, be far from him without letting him know what was going on. He stayed in his position, face firmly planted in her pillow, smelling her sweet scent as his ears and sense of touch reached out for her. He heard the shower and smiled. It was gonna be tricky and would, most likely, become a stealth operation. But it was something he wanted, fuck needed, to get out of the way so that their lives could begin. Their real lives. Gabe felt his heart beat speed up at the thought. Were other people like this? he wondered. Were they so anxious to start their lives together that they had to scheme? Maybe they didn't have to scheme, his heart reminded him. Yeah, him and his big-shot, high school, dick-driven mouth.
