So long.
It had been so long that when he first caught sight of her, standing there on the deck of her boat, her blinding slightly goofy smile shining down at him, for a minute he wondered if he even remembered how.
She waved, disappeared, and next thing he knew she was scampering down the ramp, coming his way. Then she was in his arms and he held her close and as he kissed the nape of her neck and felt himself begin to grow against her thigh he thought, Oh yeah, I remember.
They walked towards his hotel. He hadn’t told her he’d gotten a room. Neither of them really knew, or admitted to themselves, what they were going to do, what was going to happen, but he was prepared, and if it did happen he knew the bed on her boat was too small. They needed a good bed, a big bed, something strong, the feeling of illicit intimacy only a hotel bed can properly provide.