It’s a tiny gesture, one that probably means absolute squat, but it feels intimate. More intimate than sharing a bed in Fort Caroline or holding each other in the dark of a flooded tunnel, or even lying on a cabin floor while his hands caressed my leg. This feels so much different than all that. I lock eyes with him. Half his face is cast in shadow and there’s sadness there, but something else in his eyes. He seems hopeful. Maybe. Is this . . . Are we having a moment? Like a romantic moment?
