He offered me his arm. “You should hold on to me for safety reasons. In case you suddenly fall asleep again and I need to catch you.” I was eager to touch him, to put my arm through his, to rest my shoulder against his biceps. “If you insist.” “I do. Where to next?” Anywhere, so long as I’m with you, I wanted to say. Instead I settled on, “You’re the expert. I leave myself in your capable hands.”
