He nodded once. "Nathan, that was great. If you keep working, you’ll get really good at this."
I walked the line, as it were, twice more, mostly without Conroy’s support, needing to roll off only a few times. I was thoroughly pleased with myself. And I was thrilled that Conroy seemed pleased with me as well.
I helped take down the slack line and pack it away into the bag Conroy used for it, and we started to walk around to the front of the dorm. On impulse, I stopped.
"There’s, um, a back door. To the dorm." Back door, indeed.
Conroy tilted his head just slightly. "And?" His tone was gentle, maybe even insinuating. But he was waiting for me.
I trusted that we were thinking the same thing. "And my roommate’s away for the weekend."
He nodded, squeezed his hand on my shoulder and releas
