[ This is a conversation they clearly should be having face to face, when he can see what expression she's wearing and doesn't have to guess based on the muffled sounds coming from his tinny iPhone speakers. Is she sighing? Is she huffing? Is she rolling over and burying her face in her pillows so whatever noises she wants to make can't get free?
He wants to be able to touch her, to stroke his hand down her arm or to card his fingers through her hair, to hold her close against his chest the way he knows she likes. He likes it too, honestly, he's not just being altruistic when he wraps his arms around her and lets her put her face into his chest. It's been a long time since someone turned to him for comfort, and right now feels like a moment that desperately needs some comfort inserted into it.
How can he tell her that the money doesn't matter to him? Objectively, two hundred dollars matters. Of course it does. He has to pay over two grand every month to repay his student loans, on top of the rent he and Julie pay for their place, on top of all his other expenses. Two hundred dollars matters. But he's willing to tighten his belt in other arenas so that he can afford this one indulgence, so that he can take her out to Chicago with him and he can show her a good time, so they can spend time together that isn't snatched between classes, so that he doesn't have to lock the door behind her or put his palm over her mouth to keep her quiet while he touches her. He wants to not have to look over his shoulder, to smile at her the way she makes him want to, to put his arm around her and kiss her whenever the spirit moves him regardless of who's watching.
She means so much to him, but that's not something he can articulate over the phone. ]
I know, baby. [ He'd almost forgotten how it felt to feel someone else's heart beating against his skin, and he wants. ] It's only two more days, though, then I'll be back in town and you can see me whenever you want. You'll be sick of me in no time.
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He wants to be able to touch her, to stroke his hand down her arm or to card his fingers through her hair, to hold her close against his chest the way he knows she likes. He likes it too, honestly, he's not just being altruistic when he wraps his arms around her and lets her put her face into his chest. It's been a long time since someone turned to him for comfort, and right now feels like a moment that desperately needs some comfort inserted into it.
How can he tell her that the money doesn't matter to him? Objectively, two hundred dollars matters. Of course it does. He has to pay over two grand every month to repay his student loans, on top of the rent he and Julie pay for their place, on top of all his other expenses. Two hundred dollars matters. But he's willing to tighten his belt in other arenas so that he can afford this one indulgence, so that he can take her out to Chicago with him and he can show her a good time, so they can spend time together that isn't snatched between classes, so that he doesn't have to lock the door behind her or put his palm over her mouth to keep her quiet while he touches her. He wants to not have to look over his shoulder, to smile at her the way she makes him want to, to put his arm around her and kiss her whenever the spirit moves him regardless of who's watching.
She means so much to him, but that's not something he can articulate over the phone. ]
I know, baby. [ He'd almost forgotten how it felt to feel someone else's heart beating against his skin, and he wants. ] It's only two more days, though, then I'll be back in town and you can see me whenever you want. You'll be sick of me in no time.