I bounced my backpack up on my shoulders again in a way that signaled I intended to go, but as I pulled my fingers from one backpack strap to wave a nonchalant goodbye, he touched the tip of one of his hiking boots to the toe of one of my Keds. I froze, staring at our shoes in a half-turned-away, half-wishing-I-could-rest-in-his arms position. “Say it,” he whispered.
