“That might be true,” I say. “But even so, it doesn’t feel right. I’m not taking advantage of you in this state.”
“Oh, Theodore.” His voice is impossibly fond, warm, and deep. He lays his hand on my neck and I can’t suppress a shiver. “Is that your only objection? That I’m drunk and you’d be taking advantage of me? Even though I showed up at your door in the middle of the night, even though I kissed you. Without consent, I might add.” I nod, and he cups my face again. “So if I ask you tomorrow, your answer might be different?”
My reply is no more than a breath. “Yes.”
He leans his forehead against mine again. “Okay.”
“Okay.”
We stand in silence in my mostly dark kitchen, just breathing together. My hands are still on his waist, his breath caressing my face. I’m certain he can hear the
