“I’ll be back before you have the chance to miss me,” Edwin promised.
“Not possible.”
“Oh?”
Carson winked at him over his shoulder, which only emphasized the sparkle in his eye. “I’m going to miss you as soon as you leave.”
Edwin was utterly charmed. It usually took more than just a wink. And the night was still young. “Do you usually lay it on this thick?”
“Yeah, well, if I hadn’t been such an idiot, I wouldn’t have to lay it on so thick.” Now the sparkle was out of his eye. Edwin would do anything to see it return.
“What if I told you I barely remember anything from the other night?”
“Is that true?”
“I was awfully drunk.”
Carson looked up, his blue eyes hopeful yet smiling. It struck him that Carson was just as nervous as he was. They were both afraid of making a wrong move, of saying something they couldn’t take back. Of committing the heinous sin of being themselves. The thought was more than a small comfort to Edwin.
“So, in reality, this’ll be like our first date?”