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slowly winding his way past his grief and out of his self-imposed closet. Each week brought something new—like us holding hands right there on the middle of Alberta. And David hadn’t even turned pink. With David, I was learning to savor the little things like the weight of his hand in mine, the slide of his thumb against the sensitive groove above my wrist.
    “You find a spot to park?” Where he’d parked dictated what sort of good-bye I could expect. Right then, with his hot eyes and delicious spicy scent, I needed something more than scrambled tofu to look forward to.
    “Right there.” He pointed, and I saw his Civic a block down the street.
    “Great job scoring a prime spot.” Too bad the spot on the busy street meant the most I was scoring was a quick peck. This stretch of Alberta was a gentrified mecca for weekend foot traffic, Salt & Straw bringing in the tourists and the little restaurants and shops claiming the locals. Maybe I could talk him into an afternoon movie. The dark theater should be good for some quality groping.
    “You wanna catch a movie after this? That new superhero-in-space thing is supposed to be good.”
    “Can’t. Got a report due tomorrow.” He made a sour face.
    We finally got inside the coffee place. It had a distinctly northwestern vibe—long narrow space, with big wooden communal tables lining one wall and a few smaller tables shoved to one side. The vegan brunch buffet was set up in the space usually occupied by two ancient couches.
    “Want to come over tonight after you finish?” Please. As we approached the battered wooden counter, I put on a puppy face that had worked to get me laid in the past. “My roommates might be gone.”
    I’d managed to convince him to come over twice, but both times we hadn’t ventured farther than the living room couch.
    “Ah. Uh. I’ll probably be late. In fact, I think I’d better order an extra shot in my coffee.” He stepped up to the counter, oblivious to having cock blocked me. Again.
    He paid for my coffee and food—something he’d done from the beginning. No matter how many times I offered, he always gently shoved my wallet away.
    “Hey! They have the raisin toast you like so much.” Making his way down the buffet, David leaned over to load three slices onto my plate. That. That right there was why I put up with my dick being in knots. Didn’t matter if it took us another three months to get to second base. David took care of me in a way that no other boyfriend ever had. He was sweet and old-fashioned and held open doors and remembered my favorite foods. He shepherded me to a spot at the end of one of the tables. He fussed, making sure I was happy with the spot before seating himself. No one had ever really fussed over me before, and I liked how warm and squishy it felt to let him take care of me.
    “So. Tell me more about your Mom.” He leaned forward, his eyes bright over his coffee. “What sorts of food does she bring?”
    Yeah. He really was the best part of my week. My dick could wait.
     
     
    On Monday I had a line five deep when he stepped up to the counter, so all I could manage was a sexy smile and comping his drink. He went over to his usual table, but I knew he would keep his eyes on me through most of his lunch. We’d gotten to the point where we could hold entire conversations with our eyes.
    Like when a young secretary placed a seven-drink order, David’s eyebrow quirked as he watched me scurry for the cup holders. He glanced back at the bank of elevators leading to the upper floors and shot me a look that said, Law firm upstairs must be working on a big settlement.
    Too bad they never tip. I sent a rueful head shake back.
    At least you don’t have to work with them all day. He smiled and toasted me with his cup.
    We both watched her juggle the cup carriers across the atrium.
    David and I spent a lot of lunches like that, people watching. It made me feel connected to him in a surprisingly good way. Made me