Tension buzzes around Teddy like a hive of bees. Meanwhile, I’m only pretending to read the stats on this Swedish hockey site. I hate that he’s still so uncomfortable around me. He didn’t seem this anxious when we were in my apartment in Stockholm. We were alone then too. We sat on the couch together, just like this. We watched TV and ate takeout curry. He stole my egg rolls. It was comfortable . . . or so I thought. What’s changed?
