Nina's weekend question followed us from the restaurant toward the quieter bus stop. The new contract made two consecutive free days possible near the end of next month. Privacy, travel, plus our recent sexual planning made the invitation carry more than ordinary tourism.
"Yes, I want an entire weekend alone with you," I said, keeping desire inside the answer before fear organized it, "but I need to ask what you expect."
"I expect privacy, food, plus enough time to stop watching the clock," Nina replied, standing beneath the shelter while night traffic passed, "I do not expect sex because we leave campus."
Her direct answer removed one dangerous assumption without removing the heat behind the invitation. She wanted kissing, shared sleep if comfortable, plus space for intimacy to develop without promising where it ended; I wanted the same while still awaiting final medical clearance.
