ANDRE
My heart is hammering as I fling the fridge door open and peek inside for water.
Twisting the cap open, I lean on the counter as I take a sip. I still can't believe I just did that. I just gave Zein a lap dance, and I should be feeling ecstatic.
I should be happy or somehow elated; truly.
So why does it all feel so … why do I feel like I am seconds away from bursting into tears?
"Hey."
Startled, I almost drop the water bottle as I twist suddenly, and see Zein is walking over to the kitchen. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."
Shrugging, I lean back on the counter, now looking at the bottle in my hand. "It's okay."
He doesn't say anything, lingering near but not close enough to touch. My whole body is tense, attuned to him, to see if he will say anything. Do something. This is the first time in months we are talking and breathing in the same room, just us.
And, it's awkward. Tense.
