Bob kissed Sarah at the door of her apartment building. She imagined his whole body holding her the way his lips were holding her lips, and she became impossibly excited.
"I'd like to see you again," said Bob when his face was still very close to hers.
"When?" she asked. Damn. She had done so well until then.
"How about Wednesday?" he asked.
"Call me on Monday and we'll finalize." She turned and left without saying good-bye, because if she didn't get away, and if she didn't end on a ridiculous corporate word like "finalize," she would have leapt into his arms and clung to him desperately all night. He was too beautiful.
Bob had not questioned her about Donald, because he sensed that she would pick up on any clue that his interest was not in her. Instead, he would continue seeing her and let her volunteer the information.
The factor that Bob had not yet considered was that he was interested in Sarah as well. She was a woman who, instead of creating an image of beauty on herself, had begun drawing beauty out from inside herself. A desire had begun in him that corresponded to that beauty, one he could not yet see: a desire to go inside.