Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty.....

“ Would you like to come in?" I said. My hands were sweaty. Inside my chest an ocean heaved and crashed and heaved again."I would," he said. I saw his Adam's apple jerk as he swallowed. "Thank you."I was distracted by that thank you. We had moved past the language of formality long ago. It was strange to relearn it with each other. ”

Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni

From : Before We Visit the Goddess