Carter: The Kiss

I pull away and see her eyes flutter open.  She gives me a confused, almost hurt look.

“I’m not going to do anything unless you give me the go ahead, Ryan.  Verbally.  I’m not Tommy and I don’t want to give you a reason to confuse the two of us.”

I release her and turn back to the dishes.  After a few seconds, she stands beside me and grabs the utensils from the strainer, drying them.  We work quietly for a while, only talking to tell her where things go.

I’m unplugging the drain and rinsing off my hands when she says, “Hey, Carter.  Can you help me out?  I can’t reach where the plates go.”

Sure enough, I turn to see her on tiptoes, trying to put the plates onto the shelf.  I qu