Grand Central Farewell (Thursday, Dec. 9, 1999)
We left the bar and meandered toward Grand Central. When the big brick building loomed in front of us, I said, “I guess this is it,” and immediately thought it sounded like a cheesy movie line.
We continued to the platform of Tyler’s train, and he turned slowly toward me. “I’ll e-mail you when I get to the office tomorrow,” he said. I smiled, and he leaned toward me. Our lips met softly, his goatee tickling my lips, and while I wanted to melt in his arms, Tyler pulled away after just a few seconds. He held my gaze, and I knew he wanted more, too.
I stepped back, waved, and turned to go.


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