Somehow, Sydney had an internal clock that told her when time was up. I think it was part of her inherent ability to keep track of a hundred things at once. Not me. In these moments, my thoughts were usually focused on getting her shirt off and whether I’d get past the bra this time. So far, I hadn’t.
But what are loyalty and caring really worth?"
"To me? Everything.
Piece of Heaven?"
"No, that other place I'm going to go to for thinking what I'm thinking.