Chapter Seven
Kyle invites me to meet him at Melasandro’s, a nice place downtown. When I walk in, a host takes my coat. There are mimosas on trays being carried around by waiters, and someone is playing the piano in the corner. I realize I've never asked Kyle what he does. We know what each other looks like naked, but I don’t know him personally.
He must do something that yields him the money to eat in places like this one.
I find myself hoping he's booked us a hotel room like he did last time. We have some great memories from that encounter, well, at least, I do.
As I walk towards him, I smile. He looks good in a tight blue shirt and jeans. I missed seeing him, and after he leans in to brush his lips across my cheek, I take a step back. I don't need to catch feelings, don’t want to ru
