He studies my face, and it feels intensely intimate. "You sound like you're trying to convince yourself that it's not so bad." I tilt my head. "You always knew me a little too well." He extends a hand and rests his index finger on my bare knee. One finger. That's all it takes for my insides to liquefy. "Maybe I didn't take the time to get to know you well enough. Maybe that's why I came here tonight. Didn't want to miss yet another chance."
