These naughty actions are only selfish figments of my imagination. Probably because I have a thirsty attraction to Handsome Hiker. More accurately, we sit next to each other at the three-person table inside my kitchen, eat, drink, and talk like proper men, stay dressed, enjoy each other’s company, savor the food, and both become enlightened by the enjoyable conversation. Never do we cross an intimate and s****l line. Not once. In fact, I dare say, we are complete gentleman. Faultless. Well-mannered.
At least for now.
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“The picture in the living room. The one on your end table next to your sofa. Who is the attractive man smiling in it?” he asks, pausing from taking a bite of our lunch creation. “Is that your last boyfriend?”
He’s good. And he’s right. I nod, enjoying our lunch an
