EIGHT

I HEARD THE FRONT DOOR open and closed with a soft click and rushed to the living room to see Tyler walking in. He dropped his car keys carelessly on the mahogany side table and then moved towards me.

“Hey,” I smiled. “How was it? Did you check out the lab? Did you like it?”

Tyler came to New York not only for the reunion but he was looking for places that offered him an internship position before he graduated from Oxford. Two of the places were in New York. We always kept in touch through text messages and he had been telling me that he hoped one of the places was good so that he could move back to the United States, to New York, even if it was just for a year before he needed to complete his final year in Oxford.

“Yeah.” He moved through the space between the two sofas until he stood in front of me. Our bodies were only a breath apart. So close that I had to look up to meet his eyes. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, I turned around and started cleaning up Sev’s toys on the table.