Primal
“Why are you so quiet tonight?” Leta asked as we ate dinner at the little Italian restaurant we frequented when we needed a night away from town. “I’m just thinking,” I said. I poured her another glass of Chianti. I hoped she might let me off with the vague answer. I wanted to spare her being my sounding board for the evening. Not that we didn’t have a relationship based upon communication. Talking was the thing I liked best about us, aside from sex. I couldn’t reveal myself to her, however. ...