Continuing on from last Sunday:
“I may have to call you one day to relieve my back strain.” He smiled again, that wide smile that made the dimples pop, and I felt my own lips spreading in the first real smile I’d given since Pablo had taught me checkers and let me win.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have a phone,” I lied again, “but you can email me.” I gave him the email address Josh had since I didn’t want to have to remember too many. Nobody would be the wiser, I thought.
“Is that your name, Shay? It’s pretty. I’m Kieran.” He extended a hand and I took it, but instead of shaking hands he raised my knuckles to his lips and kissed them gently.