By the time I finally noticed his presence and looked at him, I saw a shadow of concern in his eyes. He was thinking the same thing as I was. “And now, what?” It was my decision.
He was waiting for me to decide.
It didn’t look like we had spent the night making love.
“Come and sit down. Do you want coffee or juice?” I offered.
“Whatever you’re going to have will be fine, thank you,” he said, always so well-mannered.
“…you can ask, Alexander. I’m not going to scold you.”
I added a smile, and it comforted me to see him return the gesture.
“Alright, if I can be demanding: a little juice. With two extra tablespoons of sugar.”
I knew he liked sweet things. I knew how he liked many things. Sometimes it seemed to me that I knew more things about him than about myself.
Only then did he wa
