“Thank you,” I say. “For?” “For putting up with me.” He snorts. “It’s not exactly a hardship.” “No?” I ask. “And here I was trying to think of a way to make it up to you.” I slide my palm suggestively over the front of his sweats. “Then again, if you say it’s okay…” “It’s been so hard,” he says immediately. “So, so hard.”
