“You know you don’t have to do this, right?”
“I know. But I want to.”
“Well, thank you.” She pauses, then says in a softer voice, “I’m looking forward to it.”
“Me too.” I take a chance and reach over to take her hand in mine and squeeze it. She returns the gesture.
So, I take her hand again as we are walking into the restaurant and she lets me then too.
Touching her, even as innocently as this, makes me feel giddy.
Like a little boy with a new toy.
A fantastic fucking feeling.