Ravenna
He looked at me for a long moment after I said it.
It is too late for that.
The words sat in the air between us and neither of us moved. The morning light came in flat through the window behind me. The building was beginning to wake up in the floors below, the hum of the elevator, the distant sound of the day shift arriving.
Then he moved.
He came around the desk slowly. Not the restroom urgency, not the terrace stillness. Something different. Something that had the quality of a decision being honored rather than a feeling being acted on. He stopped in front of me and I tilted my head slightly to hold his gaze, and the familiar warmth of his proximity moved through me the way it always did, but underneath it now something larger. Something that had been building since the nigh
