““How did you know to turn back?" I said. With his head still down, he said, "I waited for you." "But its a race. Why did you wait for me?" He lifted his head so that his eyes met mine. "I always wait for you." He took a deep breath, my ankle still in his hands. "I'm always waiting for you." In an embarrassingly breathless voice that didn't sound like my own, I said, "Because I'm so slow?" He smiled. "Yes. But not in the way that you think.””
