Lingering Habits

It's a few minutes past 7:00 p.m. I know Mom must be worried about me. I want to leave, but I don't know how to break the news to Alaric. I'm straddling him, my hands around his back, and my head on his chest.

I don't know when we'll see each other again. I know he'll bring up the question once I try to leave, but I don't have an answer to give him yet. We haven't had a proper discussion; we're bo