“The right person for Ben…she’d have to be a hell of a lady. All right. Let’s do this.”
We emerge from the passageway, the conversation turning to the photos.
But I can’t stop thinking about what Alex said.
For years, Ben has been alone. For years, he hasn’t wanted anybody.
And then he sees me at a party and suddenly wants to kiss me?
Alex could be wrong. Ben might have a whole lineup of women, but he just keeps that side of himself private.
But how is kissing a stranger at a party private?
There are too many questions and not enough answers.
I know one thing for sure.
I’m never going to forget how close we came.