“Does anything seem wrong?” I asked, naturally. “No…” He smiled. “Everything is perfect. Like you.” He paused, caressing my hair and looking me in the eye. “I’ve been thinking a lot about us lately. I think it’s time for us to tell our friends, our families… Everyone.” “Now?” “Yes, of course. I was thinking about inviting your family for dinner this weekend, to make it official.” “You know we don’t need our family approval to make anything official, right? We can just… Do what we already do.” “I wonder sometimes why you’re so interested in keeping us hidden like this. Ain’t you tired of the escapes or not being able to be with me in public?” He asked. He wasn’t being aggressively accusative, but I felt pushed against a wall. “Of course I’m tired.” I said. That wasn’t a lie. “But I ju