The silence was met with his soft touches and chaste looks. He was warm and drew me in. His beautiful eyes made my stomach do flip flops. While he played with the dials on the radio, I could feel him glancing up at me like he wanted to ask something. I couldn’t get out of my own mind. Why was I willing to spend the night with a guy that just said he couldn’t give me a future? The question just kept running over and over in my mind. I finally looked over at him, asking him with my eyes what he was trying to ask. All doubt of being with him was gone. He wanted to be with me in that moment. That was it. I was a goner. He squeezed my hand and asked, “Dinner?” “Sure, what do you want?” I asked. “There is an Irish pub around the corner from my place. Do you want to get some food there? There’s a hurling game on TV too,” he said with a grin. “Okay. Just tell me where to turn.”
