“Yes,” she said. Then, “Blue.”
“Hmmmm?” he asked absently, kissing her neck.
“My favorite color. It’s blue. But not just any blue. That indigo color the sky turns in late afternoon on a sunny summer day.”
She could feel him smile, his lips at her neck, and she turned to face him, marveling in this exceptional man she loved from the moment she bent down to talk to him in Charlie’s garbage. As they lay there and kissed, wrapped up in new love founded sincerely over time on deep friendship, Josh thought of another question he wanted to ask – about the man in the blue overcoat Jessie asked him to speak to Charles about. He was wondering if anything came of that, and reminded himself to ask Charles what he and Matt found out about that club owner they were looking into when they flew to Charleston in June.
But now was not the time. He felt bad for bringing up nasty memories for Jessie on their first full day as a couple.
As Jessie surrendered to the intensity of Josh’s kisses, and then to the exquisite pleasure of the hand he slipped under the old T-shirt of his she threw on that morning, she thought briefly about the Civil War number from the show, and hoped that her own battles relating to Charleston were as done and gone as those of the haunted boys who’d fought for North and South many years ago.
Then she was lost in the glorious abyss of desire, and the last cohesive thought she recalled until later was one of gratitude that the evils of life were balanced with such exquisite, extraordinary beauty.
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