"Ok," I answered back. I didn't know what else to add. I felt the same embarrassing flush creeping up my cheeks as I sat there, though.
There was a long pause between us. I could hear him breathing a little quicker than usual. He seemed nervous, too. But then he whispered one word, "Maybe..."
I waited for him to say more but he didn't. Slowly I turned my head toward him. My eyes kept trying to drop down to look at his chest, but I wrestled them to keep them level with his face. He didn't have his usual beard today. Well, maybe just the hint of a shadow, but I assumed he had shaved that morning. Swallowing, I finally asked, "Maybe what?"
He looked away and then I noticed that his cheeks were turning red a little. What was he embarrassed about? My eyes finally won and I let them drop down
