Chapter 17: Warm and Sticky Breath
It’s a ridiculous thing to say, of course. Foolish. Uninspiring. Almost idiotic. I want to take the comment back as soon as it escapes my mouth. This is not possible, though. What’s done is done. Shame on me.
“I didn’t know you liked me,” Trent whispers, walks forward, and blooms with an ear to ear smile.
Again, I sound like a bumbling i***t. “I do like you.”
“This is nice to know.” He reaches out for my hand to shake, which I oblige, and he adds, “Which one is your favorite?” referring to the wall of his black-and-white framed work. I turn my view away from him and study the wall of his photographs. “I can’t choose just one.”
“Two then. Don’t be shy.”
“I like more than two.”
“Three?”
“That one,” I say, and point to a handsome man bathing while we
