The wall is wrong, he decides. She's not just a shag, she's not just someone he wants to have for a moment. He thinks about her bed in the next bedroom. He thinks about getting to that bed and the time it might take. He's on the run, now. They only have moments now.

It's not enough. It's not enough to have her here, like this. He needs her, he longs for her, he knows that when they leave here, he'll lose her and his hearts break, just thinking about this. He holds her close and buries his face into her shoulders. If he could have forever, he'd have it with her. But he can't, and it isn't that easy.

He cries out again as she meets his thrusts, her hips slim and firm against him.