‘What happened, on our last date? Why didn’t you kiss me?’ It feels like liquid nitrogen coming out of me. He’s surprised by the bald question but not resistant to it. Something in his body relaxes. He leans against his car, props his heels against the curb. ‘I felt like something was off that night. There’d been this ease between us, at least I thought so, and it was gone. You seemed sort of out of reach.
