Chapter 72

“Well, I’d pick you up at your house, charm your parents. Open doors for you, help you in and out of the car—trying my best to treat you right, awfully heteronormative because at that age I only knew how to treat a girldate. Guys don’t always appreciate chivalry. But you might forgive me. You might even enjoy being fussed over a little.”

“Mm. Tell me more about how you’d fuss over me.”

“Bring you punch and cookies. Walk around touching the small of your back. Make up some kind of excuse to kiss your hand.” He was drawing on a lot of high school memories, but more the memory of desires than events. He’d frequently been too nervous and embarrassed to lavish his dates with the kind of gestures he would have liked. “When we danced together I would try to leave a respectful distance between us and not crowd you…but it would be difficult.”