I sleep on the edge of the bed all night, and Kalvin sleeps on the sofa in my suite. When I get up in the wee morning hours to dress for the lab, I pull him from the couch and stick him in the bed. Before I leave, I stand at the door and watch him, his thin face, long nose, and lips I’m dying to kiss, if it doesn’t backfire on me.
What am I thinking? Of course, it’ll backfire on me.