"And once again I find myself saying thank you," I observed as I leaned against my front door.
Connor's smile was white in the glow of the exterior light. "Again? For what?"
"For being such an extraordinarily kind man. For getting me home, and then for this, for now. I was on a first class express train straight into a night of loneliness and and self-pity, and you showed up like the Archangel Michael and dragged me out of it."
"Kicking and screaming a bit, it should be noted, but still successfully, I guess," he answered, eyes crinkling in amusement.
"This is a stupid question, and I feel a little bit like a schoolgirl for asking it... but am I going to see you again?" I stared down at him, strangely nervous, strangely cold, strangely hopeful.
"I would like that a lot," he answered s
