His hands latch onto the chair’s arms, something like desperation written on his face when he looks down at me. Up until this point, right now, I’ve questioned it. If this is really just something he’s doing for me as a favor and as a friend. Or if, maybe, this is something that feels as right to him as it does to me. But with the desire in his eyes and the way he’s straining to hold himself back, I know. He wants this as much as I do.
