Two weeks flew by quickly, and Ian loved dating Jordan. They went roller skating, to the beach, to movies, watched movies at Jordan’s place, had lunches and dinners together, and made love many times. One night, they had dinner at Ristorante Italiano, atop the bank building in downtown San Jose. It was fancy, the fanciest Ian had ever been to. The guys dressed in suit and ties. Their table was in a corner, allowing a view out to the south and west sides. They enjoyed the sun setting.
Jordan asked, “I’d like to hold your hand as the sun sets. Is that okay, that we do it in public?”
Ian sucked a breath in. He wanted to. “I’m afraid to do that. I don’t know why, but I’m afraid.”
Jordan drank from his rum and Coke, and Ian drank from his same drink. Jordan said, “I wonder if your upbringing
