What if he cuddled me like he did on the mountainside, or groaned for me like he did in his office, or settled his weight behind me while I brought his son or daughter into the world?
Would that really be so bad?
My feet are carrying me automatically, so I don’t even realize I’m back on my block until I accidentally run headlong into someone right on the corner.
I grunt in shock and stumble backwards, but strong hands keep me from tumbling ass-over-teakettle on the frozen concrete.
“Whoa there!” an accented voice says, startled. “You came around that corner with some speed.”
“I’m so sorry,” I blurt as I orient myself. The cold is drawing up tears in my eyes, so I have to dig the heel of my hand into them until my vision clears up.
When it does, I see it’s a man I’ve collided with. La
