“You should let me chip in on, like, apartment groceries. I don’t want to be someone else you have to take care of.” “Maybe I don’t mind taking care of you.” My pulse quickened, but his back was to me, and I couldn’t see his face. His voice had a weird tone to it and I didn’t know what to make of it. It felt important, though. But I was too afraid to make a fool of myself by asking him what he meant.
