“Would you mind it much if I kissed you?” he asked, leaning in, quoting a line from the play that we’d just seen together.
I imagine he thought it was pretty clever.
He’d grabbed at my bracelet and squeezed my hand the moment before and I knew what was coming next. I could smell it from the space between us slowly shrinking.
Instead of squeezing back and sliding closer to him, I leaned the other way, and unbuttoned the beaded chain from my wrist, unraveling it into one long chain, hoping his surprise at its construction would distract him from his intentions.
I could see his surprise and disappointment. Read More