“I hate when you’re so bloody supportive.” It comes out in a little whine, making her sound like a petulant child. I can’t help the little laugh I let out.

“Yeah, I can be a real bitch sometimes, huh?”  I can feel her smile against my skin while she plants a kiss on my neck. We are silent for a moment trying to soak up every last touch before we have to part. The boarding call for her plane breaks our moment and I fell her arms pull me tighter against her.

“You’d think we were never seeing each other again.” I try to lighten the mood, but it doesn’t even sound convincing to me. She raises her sad eyes to me and gives me the cutest pout. I trace my thumb across her full bottom lip before I lean in for a kiss. It isn’t passionate, but the physical affirmation I know she needs right now. We rest our foreheads together again, not wanting to let go.

“I’ll call you when I get there.”

“I know.”

“And on Christmas Eve and Christmas morning and”

“Baby, it’s okay, I know. Now go make your family see how absolutely fabulous I am and how happy I make you.” I give her my patented Porter smile in the hopes of lifting her spirits a little bit. The following giggle tells me I’ve pulled it off.  She gets serious again before whispering to me.

“You do you know, make me happy.”

The second call for her plane sounds over the speakers and I know I have to let her go soon. I lean in again and try not to get lost in her lips. Then intoxicate me every time we touch whether feather light or with bruising passion.

“I love you T.”

“I love you too.”

I watch her walk through security and when she gets to the other side; she turns and gives me a little smile and a wave. I wink at her as she rounds the corner and out of my sight. My heart drops in my chest and I have to keep reminding myself she’ll only be gone for five days.