Women found him mysterious and attractive. Men found him intimidating and impressive.
Jericho himself remained completely oblivious to all of it.
I tiptoed away from my spot, then went up to Jericho’s armchair from behind and covered his eyes with my hands.
“Guess who?”
“Who else?” Jericho said without putting down his copy of ‘Nature.’ “I hope you washed your hands before putting them on my face.”
I removed my hands and stuck out my tongue, even though he couldn’t see me.
“I scrubbed them with surgical-grade disinfectant. Happy?”
Jericho stood up, turned around, and examined me carefully before nodding.
His eyes scanned my face like he was conducting a medical examination.
“Relatively happy.”
He hesitated, then leaned in to give me a quick hug.
It was br
