“What’s there to know? Is it so important to find out all the details? The moment I met you, I felt something. It was a feeling I’ve never had before. That’s all I want to know. That feeling.”
“Yes,” he said. “I know. I know just what you mean.”
“You feel it too?”
“Yes.”
They sat there in the bucket seats of the MG, and the space between the seats was a gap between them. Yet it seemed they were embracing each other. Without moving, without touching her, he caressed her eyes and her lips, and heard her saying, “This is all I want. Just this. Just being near you.”
“Loretta—”
“Yes?”
“Don’t go away.”
“I won’t.”
“I mean, never go away. Never.”