Chapter Four
Beer. Pizza. The homey tranquility of Maximus third floor. And Denny chatting like a magpie about his newest venture. It was Wednesday, and after several days putting my apartment in order, I was happy to be away from it and happy with the company. The two hours went by pleasantly, even as I tried to absorb the apparent shift in my relationship with Maximus. We sat close enough on his leather couch for him to kiss me on occasion, or let me rest against his shoulder, or for his hand to reach up and tousle my hair affectionately. Tender mercies my spirit craved, even though a lingering apprehension accompanied the pleasant intimacy. The animated Denny hardly seemed to care about the change, or really take note of Maximus demonstrative gestures. Clearly, he wasnt bothered tha
