We had light chatter as the car pulled out of the driveway and headed toward the restaurant. We spoke about safe topics like his time away and the upcoming events, but we never deviated from those topics to discuss the issue lingering in the air.
The night at his family home.
It was obvious he didn't want to talk about it, and I didn't want to sound like a desperate lady eager for some attention. I mean, he initiated the kiss, and he pulled away on his own accord. Not because I was a terrible kisser, because I know I wasn't. Or was I? Now I'm not sure anymore.
So I did the reasonable thing anyone in my situation would. I completely pushed the conversation to the back burner and didn't worry about it anymore.
Now, I could notice the tension between us, but I didn't want to spoil our
