Euterpe bit her lip, thinking about him alone in his room with a fist clasped around his cock. Sweaty. Straining. Probably thinking of her. Euterpe was pretty sure he had a nice dick. (If she was going to wait six months, it better be a nice dick.)
And it would be so easy right now to reach out and grab him. So easy to slip close to him, to kiss him, to undress themselves and- Euterpe took a steadying breath and straightened. "Yes," she said, more to clear her own thoughts than as a response to him. "Yes, I'm sure that we'll both manage perfectly fine. We're so old, six months is nothing."
Six months was so long. She regretted setting that time limit already.