"Well, me too. I could use a friend here. I only see you for two or three days at a time." He crossed his arms, resting his rear against the sink, and studied her up and down with a playful, approving grin. "You know, for a forty-year-old lady, you're still quite a knockout."
"Oh yeah? Well for a thirty-something boy, you're not so bad yourself." She came over to him and slid her fingertips beneath the waistband of his jockey shorts at the small of his back, rubbed her cheek softly against his. "Mmm, this does feel better." They stood there for a while, holding one another.
He pulled away from her a little so he could look into her eyes.
"What is it about us?" he said. "What makes it work?"
She considered for a moment. "Well, we're a lot alike," she said, lightly kissing his nose. "And a lot unalike."
He nodded and bowed his head, focusing on their touching hips.
"Do you think maybe we should be together more?"
"Maybe."
"More permanently?"
"Maybe."
"Maybe?" His eyes widened a little as they sought hers.
"Petey, we work because we both have things in our lives that we believe in."