Even now, after all this time, my memory of that intimate moment on this beach still affects me. I can still feel the frightening buzz of that connection Dante and I made.
"Why did you invite me here tonight?" I ask him, pulling his coat tighter around me.
He shifts next to me. Though I'm not looking at him, I'm oh-so-aware of every move he makes.
"Have I changed so much that you can't guess?" he asks, his voice low. "I invited you here for the same reason I showed up at your bakery. Because I wanted to see you."