If there was ever a doubt Crew and I were perfect for each other, it died when the two of us stood there, heads down, ears straining in collective nosiness, to overhear the obviously heated whispered conversation going on at the top of my apartment steps. Shameless, the both of us, and we seemed to realize it at the same instant, though I'm positive he looked far more guilty about it than I ever would.

It was impossible to make out details, but as we both quietly mounted ...