"Are you sure about all of this?"
Simone kissed my chest after asking that question. I pulled her in closer, ran my fingers through her hair, and kissed her in return. I thought about my answer for awhile, unsure as to whether hers was a trick question or whether it was sincere.
"As sure as I can be," I said. "It feels right, at least."
"You're braver than I am. And I don't say that often."
My lips spread into a smile. Of course, my biggest worry in leaving Miami is losing my friends and finding that escorting was a more rewarding career than I realized. Then, of course, there is Simone. What else is there to say about the one person who understands me so well?
"I suppose we'll see."
"It's not all or nothing," Simone continued. "You could always come back."
I agreed, then rolled over on top of her. And then, we made love, after which I told her I loved her. I meant it, too. Every last bit. It's times like these I wish she was going with me.