Nine Times Too Late
he said, using my name directly for the first time, his voice full of restraint and tenderness, "I waited twelve years. One more night is nothing. If you need time, I will give it to you."
I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him.
Moonlight spilled through the corridor windows and settled across his shoulders. Half his face was in shadow, and his eyes shone in the dark like stars.
"Lucas."
"Yes?"
"What you said to James today. Was it true?"
He tilted his head slightly. "Which part?"
"That you waited twelve years."
Lucas was quiet for a long time.
Long enough that I thought he might not answer.
Then he spoke, softly, as if afraid of disturbing something fragile.
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