soundtrack, or transformative kiss in the parking lot. When he offered dessert, I said yes simply because I wanted some. Even that felt new.
We went out again, and again, without hurried promises or performances. One June evening, walking through downtown Worthington after dinner, Thomas reached toward my hand and paused.
“Okay?”
I looked from his hand to his face. “Yes.”
He held it as we walked. Nothing more was necessary.
For the first time since that hotel weekend, I recalled Daniel loosening his grip on Rachel when he saw
