As soon as she stepped in the door, we both knew this was the last time we'd see each other, and that the time would be limited, moments at best.
We could have immediately gone at it and made passionate love, but neither of us was good 'performing' on a deadline, and we were probably being watched.
We could have cried, holding each other close as we let the grief wash over us, but neither of us wanted that to be our last memories.
So we just stared at each other, smiling, until we ran for it.
Didn't make it.
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