50.

Promises of forever were made that night, but were not spoken.

I guess not speaking them diminished their power over us, because we certainly weren't bound to forever.

Time was against us, and we both knew it.

But it was just something we were going to have to accept.

He rips the foil with his teeth, before gently sliding it down over his length. I had aided in undressing him, but his jeans and boxers remained pooled by his bent knees, as desperation took over.

"Ready?" He asks me, and I bite my tongue hoping to suppress my terrible joke, but I can't hold it back.

"Set, go!" I giggle, and his head drops to my still clothed chest in laughter, which neither of us have bothered to deal with, but I guess that just showed how messy and unprepared both of us were.

When we both recover from my bad sense of humour, he looks into my eyes once more, and stretches out his arms below him to gain more leverage. One more look of confirmation, to which I nod, and smile up at him.