I was about to get into my car when I felt his hand on my arm. I turned and looked at him with curiosity.
He didn’t speak and we stood looking at each other for a moment. He had sunglasses on, and his dark hair cascaded around his face. I always did have a thing for long hair, I thought.
It was then that we both realized he still had his hand on my arm and we looked at it resting there before he withdrew it.
I looked back at his face.
“It’s okay,” I said. “This is just weird. I just thought…”
“Yes,” he said. “I know what you mean.”
“It’s just that…” I started to say, but he put a finger up to my lips and I fell silent.
“I have never gone after anyone before like this,” he said.
“I don’t even know why I did,” he said.
I nodded again.
“Come back inside,” he said quietly, looking up at the moon. It had been full a week ago.
He turned and walked toward the lounge, and I followed, hesitating for a moment for the first time in a long time.
As if sensing it he turned around.
“You started this,” he said.
I smiled at him.
“I always do,” I said.