This is different and she knows it's because he can't stay. She braces herself against the wall and uses him for balance, nudging her jeans off with her feet then kicking them away. Once they're off she curls one leg around his.

Her breath catches and she honestly doesn't know if it's because of the need in this hurried rendezvous, the idea of him not coming back or the sentence he hasn't finished.

She breaks the kiss, ducking her head to press a kiss to his collarbone. "Want me to know what?" she asks breathlessly when she can finally get the words out. Her stomach is a twisting, writhing knot. She'll argue about whether he's coming back after she gets him to finish his sentence.