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“Hi,” he murmurs in my ear.

“Hi,” I whisper back, smiling.

“Do you want to bike over to my grandparents’ house?”

I look up from the dish I’m washing.

“Bike? To your grandparents’?”

“Yeah, it’s only ten minutes away. We can stop at the bakery en route and pick up some coffee and pastries.”

I haven’t met Colin’s family yet, besides in passing prior to us dating. The Gaylords have family gatherings in Salt Lake City quite often, but Colin has never invited me to one before.

“I don’t have a bike …” I start, but he interrupts.

“I’ve got an extra one you can use.”

I busy myself with some dishes to hide my pause. Now that we’re both returned from our summer travels, our relationship will have to move in some direction. It had been on the cusp of transforming prior to our separation, but had halted when Colin left for Green River. It seems to me that we can’t sustain such a casual relationship; we’ll have to either move forward and become more serious, or retreat to being friends again. We’ve reached a crossroads.