I was dumbfounded. I had secretly hoped that the moment would have made an impression on her in some way, but this was something much more profound. I willed myself not to lick my lips, but our eyes were locked, so I barely noticed how flushed her face was. A big part of me still wanted to respect the boundaries we had always observed, but the other part of me wanted to tear them down with my own hands. "Do you think about that moment a lot?" I asked, trying to navigate between the two extremes of what I was feeling.

"Yes..."

"And what do you remember?" I asked, wading...