“Why that particular foundation?” I ask.
“My little brother was born with hearing loss, so it’s something I’m passionate about.”
“So,” I say, tucking my hair behind my ears. “You like to help people.”
“Well,” he chuckles, “yeah. I do.”
“So I’m a charity case, then?” my mouth asks without consulting my brain.
“What?” He turns his face toward mine, and his eyes are huge with surprise. “No.” He shakes his head slowly. “Actually, I wanted to spend the day with you for purely selfish reasons. The height thing was just an excuse.”
“Oh,” I say, because I can’t seem to find words right now. Plus my hormones are doing some sort of hip-hop dance in my stomach, and I’m finding it hard to speak.
“So, are you ready for our next stop?” Jay asks, as we arrive at the end of the High Line.
“There’s more?” I ask, still reeling from his comment and also feeling like he’s gone way above and beyond today. The thought of spending more time with him does make me happy, though. I’m not ready to be done.
“Yep,” he says, taking my hand. “One more stop.”
