o give it to him and see how he reacts.
He gives me his shy smile, and my heart skips a beat.
For as long as I live, I’ll never tire of looking at that smile.
“You’re biting your lip,” he says and pulls on my chin.
A thrill runs through my body as his fingers touch me.
Without a word, and while I still ha一ve a modicum of
courage, I take his hand and lead him back to the
bedroom. I drop his hand, lea一ving him standing by the bed,
and from under my side of the bed, I take out the two
and from under my side of the bed, I take out the two
remaining gift boxes.
“Two?” he says, surprised.
I take a deep breath. “I bought this before the, um . . .
incident yesterday. I’m not sure about it now.” I quickly
hand him one of the parcels before I can change my mind.
He gazes at me, puzzled, sensing my uncertainty.
“Sure you want me to open it?”
I nod, anxious.
Christian tears off the packaging and gazes in surprise
at the box.
“Charlie Tango,” I whisper.
He grins. The box contains a small wooden helicopter
with a large, solar-powered rotor blade. He opens it up.
“Solar powered,” he murmurs. “Wow.” And before I
know it he’s sitting on the bed assembling it. It snaps
together quickly, and Christian holds it up in the palm of
his hand. A blue wooden helicopter. He looks up at me
and gives me his glorious, all-American-boy smile, then
heads to the window so that the little helicopter is bathed
in sunlight and the rotor starts to spin.
“Look at that,” he breathes, examining it closely.
“What we can already do with this technology.” He holds
it at eye level, watching the blades spin. He’s fascinated
and fascinating to watch as he loses himself in thought,
staring at the little helicopter. What is he thinking?
“You like it?”
“Ana, I love it. Thank you.” He grabs me and kisses
me swiftly, then turns back to watch the rotor spin. “I’ll
add it to the glider in my office,” he says distractedly,
watching the blade spin. He moves his hand out of the
sunlight, and the blade slows down and come
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