As Nicholas talks business with a few of the people at our table, he takes my hand in his. I’m grateful for these small gestures; it reminds me that even though he is discussing business, he hasn’t forgotten that I’m with him tonight. When he shifts in his seat to face someone on the other side of the table his leg rests against mine and I find that he is leaning closer to me. As I take a breath, I realize just how good he smells. It’s a mix between what I’m sure is a very expensive cologne and probably aftershave or soap from his shower.

Of course my mind...