“Um, would you like to come over for Christmas dinner?” I ask, already knowing the answer. “No.” “Got it.” He eyes me expectantly. “What?” “I’m waiting for the violent abduction I was promised?” “Oh. Right.” I glance at his height. The way his compression shirt skims his large biceps. The muscular thighs under his jeans. “Let’s say that I tried – but you bravely overpowered me.”
