That night...

It had been a long night and one I would never forget. Not just because it was the night before graduation, so every minute of our time at the bar meant that much more, wondering if it'd be the last time we'd be together. Not just because I was the lucky one to go home with him. And not just because if I closed my eyes, I could still feel every kiss and each caress.

I didn't want the night to end. I never wanted any of our nights together to end. But morning had once again come too soon and the sun now streamed through the windows. I closed my eyes against the glare and felt the electric tingle that always accompanied his touch.

I wanted nothing more but to stay right there with him. Instead, I had to get ready to walk the stage. Pulling on my black robe over my clothes, I looked back at him, wishing I had the courage to say the words that had always been in my heart. I stopped the impending flow of words and tears with a kiss.

He moved off the bed, kneeling before me to help slide my shoes onto my feet. My mind briefly flitted to another place, imagining him on his knee for another reason entirely. But that future would not be ours to share.

Then his hand drifted up my thigh and I lost all ability for conscious thought...