Blindness(114)

“Yeah? You…you thought that was…amazing?” I say, still waiting for the other, bigger shoe to drop.

But it doesn’t. She just nods up and down, with verve. And then kisses me again, the same kiss we started 60 seconds ago. The crowds are closing in on us, and there are a dozen people battling for my time and attention. But I’m only giving it to one—everyone else will have to wait.

“You really…liked that?” I say, sliding my hands along her frame, down to her waist.

“Ooooooh, I don’t know that I would go that far. I didn’t like any of that, and I’m pretty sure I need to watch your next run from a trailer somewhere. Somewhere far away, and with a bathroom,” she smiles. “But I would never ask you to stop. You’re too good. You were meant for this.”

I kiss her again, this time longer and deeper, and I don’t give a rip who’s watching. I hear the people around us start to actually, “Oooooh,” and I think one of them is Jessie. They can oooooh all they want. And the people who suddenly find me relevant again, well…they can wait. Because I know, despite what Charlie said, there’s only one thing on this earth that I’m meant for—and she’s right here in my arms.