Chapter Three
On my way home from classes Thursday afternoon, I stop at the deli remembering that there’s nothing in the apartment decent to eat. Between deciding on turkey breast or a Caesar chicken salad, I feel the warmth of someone at my back, standing close.
I jump at the recognition of him, mostly the aroma of his distinctive body. Then gazing over the deli counter I see the reflection of him in a cooler window. The sense of his aura hovering lordly over me is confirmed in the picture of the two of us. His subtle strength takes hold of even the expression on my face. Turning quiet and subdued, I feel restrained as though he’s securing my hands behind me with his belt. There’s the fragrance of mint on his breath, traces of sweat—the day’s been warm again. I’m almost afraid t
