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I have to ask you if you have glasses?  How weird is it I don’t know what you look like after all this time?  So anyway…glasses?”
    I laughed and took his hand, guiding it to the right side of my face.  “No,” I reassured him.  “I have perfect vision.”  I immediately felt awful for choosing that particular phrase – it made it sound like I was rubbing my 20/20 vision in his face or something.  Stupid me!
    But I was pretty sure Chris didn’t notice. 
    He was too busy lightly tracing the contours of my face with his fingertips. 
    I held my breath as Chris’s index finger gently, carefully moved from my temple down across my right cheek.  His touch was feather light as he ran his finger across my jawline and over my lips.  He touched me as though I was precious and fragile and might crumble at a moment’s notice.  He touched me as though I was invaluable and irreplaceable.  It woke something up inside of me, something I’d long suppressed and hidden away. 
    When Chris’s fingertips moved to the left side of my face, I abruptly grabbed his hand, perhaps a little more violently than I meant to.
    “Okay,” I told him, hoping my voice didn’t sound as freaked out as I felt.  “Now it’s starting to weird me out.” 
    “Sweet, mission accomplished!”  Chris raised his hands in the air and did a goofy little victory dance right there where he sat.  Just like that, the moment was over.  “Being a creep is one of my main ambitions in life, you know.” 
    “I’m sure it is.  Now tell me about your sister.  Why haven’t you ever mentioned her before?”
    “Whoa, jeez, okay…”  For once Chris looked kind of speechless.  Then he took a deep breath.  “I wasn’t always the nicest guy,” he confessed.  “I started hanging out with a different crowd when I was a teenager and things sort of escalated from there.  I was one of those arrogant assholes, completely obsessed with cars and girls and partying.  You probably know the type.”
    Boy, did I ever know the type.  They were the type I’d desperately wanted to fit in with back when I was naïve enough to think they’d ever treat me like a normal human being and not a circus freak.  Then, later, they were the type I tried to make myself invisible from, keeping my head down and avoiding eye contact in the halls at school in the hopes that they wouldn’t notice me and call me names.
    “Michelle?”
    “What?”
    Chris chuckled.  “First you insist I tell you about my sister and then you don’t even listen?  Typical woman,” he teased.
    This time I didn’t so much as crack a smile.  It figured that Chris had been one of the popular guys at school.  Why wouldn’t he be?  He was tall, good looking and outgoing.  Of course he’d be one of the popular guys.  I felt stupid for not suspecting as much, like I’d let my guard down and allowed myself to be vulnerable only to be kicked in the gut.
    “So…?” I pressed.  “You were an asshole and then what?”
    “Hey.”  Chris sounded mildly offended.  “It’s one thing for me to call myself an asshole but when you do it, it kind of stings!”
    “Sorry,” I replied, not sure whether I meant it.   I was looking at Chris in a whole new way.  He was one of them .  I felt betrayed.
    “ I got pretty depressed after my accident.  My so-called friends stopped coming around and I’d constantly lash out at my family.  It’s just my mom and my sister,” he added.  “My dad’s been out of the picture pretty much my whole life.  Anyway, I was a jerk.  Eventually my mom and sister’s patience wore thin.”
    “What do you mean?”   It was hard to view Chris as the enemy, particularly when he was opening up to me about something so personal and painful.
    “I don’t blame them at all,” Chris said.  “I was a nightmare to be around.  In the beginning they were with me every step of the way, but all I did was take my anger out on them.  And was I ever