Laughing breathlessly, Ben stayed sprawled on top of the sheets, his hand going idly to his crotch. He touched himself distractedly, feeling her warmth and her laughter, grinning sleepily up at the patchy ceiling above his bed.

Blinking in the darkness of his room, he turned to look at the clock. After eleven.

It would take her a good fifteen minutes to make the walk, and not for the first time, he thought it was time to put an end to these late night dashes.