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At the house, Miranda and Ben cuddled together and watched a movie. "I'm really trying to be patient, but, baby, I leave in a couple of hours."

"And?" She said pulling off her shirt. She avoided his gaze with a raised eyebrow.

Ben sputtered. "And I…" When she revealed her bra, his body reacted. He scanned her skin with his fingertips.

"And?" She repeated. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the floor. Ben climbed on top of his fiancée and looked down at her, admiring her body. "You were saying?"

"I was thinking about how much I want you and how much I've missed you." He stroked her hair and pushed down her shorts. His followed and he slid into her. Her body melted instantly. She'd missed him, too. Ben pulled her into him. Before he moved to California, he and Miranda had sex almost every day. He'd gotten so used to the smell of her body that when he got a whiff of her scent, he almost climaxed right then and there. As they moved together, Ben tried to make memories for when he was alone in California and needed some… motivation. Miranda sunk her nails into his back scratching him. She did that when she was feeling territorial. He bit her skin softly, turning a little spot beneath her collarbone red. He could be just as possessive. She moaned. "You can say that again." Ben held onto her butt and flipped them over.

She ground on top of him. "I love when you do that." Her breasts fell in his face and he sucked on them making her scream: "AHHH! AHHHHH! OOHHHH!"

"Mmmmhmmm. Yes, baby," he whispered in her ear. She sped up, bouncing on top of him. He lifted his hips off of the bed.

"Shit, Ben!" She said. He groaned loudly as he orgasmed first, not able to hold back any longer. His fiancée screamed at the top of her lungs, coming a minute later. He felt her squeeze her body on his and he moaned. She rolled off of him and fell on the bed. "God! Have I said that I have missed you?"

"Missed me? Or missed us?" He asked looking down his body.

"You're nasty."

He hugged her and kissed her head. "I know." After making love a few times, trying to make up for the weeks of celibacy, they lay in bed, exhausted. Ben and Miranda talked for a long while, even dozing off for a few minutes mid-conversation. "You see how big Tuck is getting?" Ben asked.

"Do I?" Miranda chuckled. "I can barely pick him up anymore." He joined in with her laughter. "He asks about you all of the time."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

They were quiet. "And what about you?"

"I… well," she laughed nervously. "You know me." Ben did know her. She would say that she was fine because she didn't want to "ruin" the short amount of time that he had. "I'm good. Working, taking care of Tuck, the usual." Ben opened his mouth to ask her to elaborate, but he didn't. It was selfish of him, but they only had a couple of more hours together and all he wanted to do was hold her. In Cali, he watched boring movies every night because it numbed his brain and put him to sleep faster; the films almost stopped him from thinking about his little family. "We're fine."

Ben ran his fingers through her hair. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too."

Ben had an early flight and didn't want to wake Miranda. He knew she'd be mad, but he also knew that if she sat up and he caught a glimpse of her naked chest, he'd hop back into the bed and start the lovemaking process once again. He wrote her a long note and left it under her phone. He caught a cab to the airport and was gone.