I smiled. Somewhere a clock was ticking the seconds away, but except for the occasional vehicle outside the trailer, it was quiet.
“Where do you live?” he asked in a hushed voice.
“Chicago.”
“Oh.” Was it my imagination or did he sound disappointed? “Do you like it there?” he asked.
“I guess. I don’t dislike it, but I don’t really have a strong connection with the place either. To be honest I think I could live anywhere as long as I’m happy with my life.”
“But maybe not here in Bumfuck, Minnesota?” His hand had found its way around my waist and he plucked at my wrinkled shirt as if he wanted to be let in. Heat blazed from his hand through the fabric of my clothes. Even when he wasn’t touching me and just hovered over my skin, his hand radiated heat. If I’d been superstitious I might have thought he was a healer or something.
“I don’t know. If you’d asked me when I ran out of here after high school, I would have said no. But now? Maybe.”