We talked for a long time and I could feel the reluctance between both of us: he wanted to say something to me as much as I wanted to say things to him.I guess we’re too much alike and so neither of us stepped over that line.What’s stopping us? Maybe it’s me; maybe whatever this is between us can’t go any further until he senses that I know it’s what I want. Or, it could just be that he’s not sure of anything, either.But how can two people who are undeniably more than just attracted to one another not give in? We’ve been on the road together for almost two weeks. We’ve shared intimate secrets and we’ve been intimate in some ways. We’ve slept next to each other and touched one another, yet still here we are, standing on opposites sides of a thick glass wall. We reach up and touch our fingers to the glass, we look into each other’s eyes and we know what we want but that glass won’t fucking budge. This is either inviolable discipline or pure, unadulterated self-torture.“Not that I’m in any hurry to leave,”
