As we left the restaurant, walking hand in hand down the moonlit street, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. This evening had been everything I'd hoped for and more.
"Would you like to come up for a nightcap?" I asked as we approached my apartment building, not quite ready for the night to end.
Tom smiled softly. "I'd love to."
Once inside my apartment, I busied myself making us each a glass of wine while Tom wandered around my living room, examining my bookshelves.
"You have quite the eclectic collection here," he commented, running his fingers along the spines of my books.
I handed him a glass of red wine. "What can I say? I have varied interests."
Tom's eyes landed on a framed photo on one of the shelves. It was a picture of me with my parents, taken when I was young. "Is
