were always open
about it.”
“ Have you ever met your
birth parents?” I ask as I look over at him. “You said they were
very young.”
“ I’ve never actually
talked to them,” he says. His eyes are distant, contemplative. He
looks beautiful. “But I did look them up my senior year of high
school. My biological dad worked at a water treatment plant. As far
as I could tell, he didn’t have a family or a wife or
anything.”
“ And your mom?” I
encourage when he hesitates. I instantly regret asking. This is
getting too personal and it’s obviously a sensitive topic for
Julian.
“ I looked her up too. She
was married and had two little kids. A boy and a girl,” he says
with a hint of a smile. “They seemed happy.”
I’m not sure what to say. Julian
doesn’t seem sad or regretful, but his countenance is serious,
something I don’t see him as genuinely very often. Do I comfort him
or tell him he was still better off being with his adoptive family?
I’m honestly not sure how to handle this intensely personal
situation.
“ It’s weird to think I
technically have two half siblings out there somewhere when I grew
up as an only child,” he says and suddenly he has a smile on his
face. “Not that I minded. I was spoiled.”
He chuckles and I am relieved when the
mood lightens.
“ I’ve got one more stop
I’d like to make now that it is getting dark,” Julian says as we
head back up to street level. We catch a cab and drive a few
minutes.
The air has grown cool and moist when
we step out. The moon is full and looms huge and bright in the
sky.
I look up and up, to the top of the CN
tower.
“ Up we go,” Julian says as
he offers me his arm once again. I take it and together we go
inside.
Despite the fact that it is a Friday
night, it is fairly quiet. As we step into the glass elevator, we
are the only ones. We start the ascent to the observation
deck.
“ This is beautiful,” I say
as we rise. I look out over the city. Lights glitter in every
direction, except the darkness of Lake Ontario. I have the slight
feeling that I am drifting out into space through the darkness,
with only the twinkle of the stars to light the way.
Julian’s hands touch my sides, and
hesitantly, giving me the option to step away, slides them around
until his arms are wrapped around my waist.
But I don’t step away. I smile to the
glass in front of me and place my hands over his.
When the doors finally open, we turn
to leave, and I slide my hand into Julian’s.
We wander slowly, taking in the view,
my hand in his. Finally, we come to an area that is devoid of any
other life. Julian circles me to stand in front of him, keeping my
right hand in his left. He slips his other hand to my back and
guides my hand to his shoulder.
“ Would you dance with me?”
he whispers quietly in my ear. Without waiting for my response, he
slides his left foot forward, leading my right back.
Julian holds me close as he leads me
through a rumba basic step, and then an underarm turn. His hand
comes once again to my back, and hugs me tight. My chest brushes
his and the scuff of his face scratches my cheek.
It is a feeling that I
like.
Julian does a turn, and suddenly he is
behind me. He places a hand on my stomach, the other still holding
my hand out to the side. His feet lead me to step forward and then
side, side, my steps mirroring his.
Our bodies are molded together and
certain muscles in my body are tingling and quivering. And with our
close proximity, I can tell that Julian feels the same
way.
He turns again so we are face to face.
He leads me into a basic and then turns us as we continue the
basic.
He finishes us off by leading me into
an underarm turn, but keeps me spinning until I lose my balance and
he drops me into a deep dip.
This would be the perfect moment for
him to kiss me. There are glittering lights and we’re alone and
there is no one around to pass judgment.
But this is a first date. And we both
seem to have
about it.”
“ Have you ever met your
birth parents?” I ask as I look over at him. “You said they were
very young.”
“ I’ve never actually
talked to them,” he says. His eyes are distant, contemplative. He
looks beautiful. “But I did look them up my senior year of high
school. My biological dad worked at a water treatment plant. As far
as I could tell, he didn’t have a family or a wife or
anything.”
“ And your mom?” I
encourage when he hesitates. I instantly regret asking. This is
getting too personal and it’s obviously a sensitive topic for
Julian.
“ I looked her up too. She
was married and had two little kids. A boy and a girl,” he says
with a hint of a smile. “They seemed happy.”
I’m not sure what to say. Julian
doesn’t seem sad or regretful, but his countenance is serious,
something I don’t see him as genuinely very often. Do I comfort him
or tell him he was still better off being with his adoptive family?
I’m honestly not sure how to handle this intensely personal
situation.
“ It’s weird to think I
technically have two half siblings out there somewhere when I grew
up as an only child,” he says and suddenly he has a smile on his
face. “Not that I minded. I was spoiled.”
He chuckles and I am relieved when the
mood lightens.
“ I’ve got one more stop
I’d like to make now that it is getting dark,” Julian says as we
head back up to street level. We catch a cab and drive a few
minutes.
The air has grown cool and moist when
we step out. The moon is full and looms huge and bright in the
sky.
I look up and up, to the top of the CN
tower.
“ Up we go,” Julian says as
he offers me his arm once again. I take it and together we go
inside.
Despite the fact that it is a Friday
night, it is fairly quiet. As we step into the glass elevator, we
are the only ones. We start the ascent to the observation
deck.
“ This is beautiful,” I say
as we rise. I look out over the city. Lights glitter in every
direction, except the darkness of Lake Ontario. I have the slight
feeling that I am drifting out into space through the darkness,
with only the twinkle of the stars to light the way.
Julian’s hands touch my sides, and
hesitantly, giving me the option to step away, slides them around
until his arms are wrapped around my waist.
But I don’t step away. I smile to the
glass in front of me and place my hands over his.
When the doors finally open, we turn
to leave, and I slide my hand into Julian’s.
We wander slowly, taking in the view,
my hand in his. Finally, we come to an area that is devoid of any
other life. Julian circles me to stand in front of him, keeping my
right hand in his left. He slips his other hand to my back and
guides my hand to his shoulder.
“ Would you dance with me?”
he whispers quietly in my ear. Without waiting for my response, he
slides his left foot forward, leading my right back.
Julian holds me close as he leads me
through a rumba basic step, and then an underarm turn. His hand
comes once again to my back, and hugs me tight. My chest brushes
his and the scuff of his face scratches my cheek.
It is a feeling that I
like.
Julian does a turn, and suddenly he is
behind me. He places a hand on my stomach, the other still holding
my hand out to the side. His feet lead me to step forward and then
side, side, my steps mirroring his.
Our bodies are molded together and
certain muscles in my body are tingling and quivering. And with our
close proximity, I can tell that Julian feels the same
way.
He turns again so we are face to face.
He leads me into a basic and then turns us as we continue the
basic.
He finishes us off by leading me into
an underarm turn, but keeps me spinning until I lose my balance and
he drops me into a deep dip.
This would be the perfect moment for
him to kiss me. There are glittering lights and we’re alone and
there is no one around to pass judgment.
But this is a first date. And we both
seem to have
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