Dinner ended up being very late.
A little after 9:00 p.m., I said I should go home. Arthur hummed in acknowledgment and began clearing the dishes, showing no sign that he intended to walk me back.
Sulking, I changed my shoes and stepped outside. A quiet laugh came from behind me.
"I'll walk you."
"It's barely 100 feet."
"That's still far enough to walk you home." He closed the door. "Otherwise, you'll ignore me again tomorrow."
When we reached my door, he asked suddenly, "Are you sure you won't consider reconnecting the dream?"
"Why would we?"
"It would give us more time together."
His tone was perfectly serious, but his gaze lingered briefly on my lips.
I refused at once. "Absolutely not."
I tossed and turned late into the night, only to dream about him anyway.
I was in my bed
