Chapter 4
We sat there gazing at the night sky, pointing out to each other the constellations that shone down so brightly. It was a peaceful way to share each other’s company, and the kisses Peter stole added a romance to the night. I was grateful to spend it with Peter. Between kisses, we talked about the play and the actors, comparing our first impressions. Both of us agreed that everything was pointing to a successful fundraiser.
After a while, I noticed that Peter was fidgeting, something unusual for him. A few times he started to say something but stopped himself before the words came out. It was not like Peter at all, something was on his mind. I had a pretty good idea what it was, too. After the third false start from Peter, I couldn't stand it any longer and turned to him, lookin
