“I don’t think I’d like doing most things. And I’m not sure I’m ready to try.” “Okay,” Desmond agrees likes it’s not a big deal at all, the easy acceptance of me. “Then we won’t.” I think about it for a second before adding, “I might like to kiss you one day, though.” “Okay,” he repeats. I don’t have to look at his face to know he’s smiling.
