He leans back. “You are so open.” I know he means it because he doesn’t toss in “phenomenal.” I mumble thanks. “This may seem really random. In just this short amount of time, I feel this connection. I’m not imagining it, me and you, this, am I?”
“Imagining?”
His palms turn up. “Us.”
I sit up straight. “Okay.”
“Doing it all by yourself…all this…life…details, minutiae…it’s so wearing, you know? Of course youknow,” Chaz says.
“My learning curve has had more squiggles than I counted on, Tracy and Matt tonight being the latest. I hear you.”
“Am I moving too fast?” He shakes his head. “I’m moving too fast.”
Actually, we’re circling each other, yet remain still.
“What’s too fast on a planet that’s melting?” I try to joke.
He pauses. “You’re adorable. But you know that.”
No, I don’t know that. Tell me again.
“I’m not doing this very well. I blame the Grey Goose.”
I drain my glass of water.
“God! I’ve unnerved you with this verbal foreplay.”