Our gazes never strayed. I saw the heat in her eyes, the desperation, the desire. But I also saw the hesitation. So, I touched her hand. Just for a second. Just a graze. I allowed that to myself. “Good night, Akira.” I clenched my fist so I wouldn’t pull her into my arms and kiss her. I looked at her for a second longer, turned around, and walked home.
The piningggggggggggggggggg!
