It will be good for us to check in.”
Time became malleable; the days seemed to drag until Wednesday and then after coffee together it seemed to speed up as Friday approached. “My point: what we felt…what we did last night was, well, very close to something like that. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed, Drew, you and I know that both of us are virgins. We can’t” and once again Andy felt the echo of the feeling he’d felt last night, that feeling of loss, of something lovely, an unprecedented bundle of love, affection, sexual energy and need…drifting away from him, Sammy’s words making them irretrievable. It’s a very small chance, but it could happen. I’m telling you this so that you know that might not be the situation. After a few prefatory comments and in response to Sam’s blunt questions, Andy admitted that he was turned on, that he was looking forward to Friday night. “I told Mom we were going for coffee,” Sam said, “do you prefer that or a walk?”
“Coffee seems right.
