Moonlight was streaming through his window. I could see his face in the dark. I thought about the summer before as I lay my head on his shoulder.
"Look at the moon," I said.
He pushed my hair back. I wrestled with what I wanted to say, how it should sound.
"I'm here for ten days. I hadn't planned on seeing you," I said.
I was trying to choose my words carefully.
"I figured you wouldn't even know I was in town. I planned to avoid you.............