She came back from the kitchen with two glasses and he was watching her walk across the room. Not the usual looking — the specific looking. She felt it on her skin before she registered it with her eyes. She slowed her walk. She set the glasses down on the coffee table and looked at him. He was still watching her. The apartment had gone quiet in a way she could feel in the back of her neck. Something in her chest opened. She didn't hurry. She sat down next to him, close, and let him continue to look at her the way he was looking at her.
