there?â
âYeah.â
âFor work or pleasure?â
âWork.â
âBureau? Air force?â
âAir force. I was stationed at Hickam Air Force Base for a few months.â
âWhich island is it on?â
âOahu. Right next door to the Honolulu Airport.â
âNice.â
âItâs not a bad work location.â He smiles.
I imagine kissing Marco. Kissing Josh Marco. But the spell is broken when the waiter puts down our meals.
The first few mouthfuls are eaten in silence, and hurriedly. Weâre both starving after the workout. But itâs more than that.
I keep eating, keep my head down, afraid to look up. Afraid of Josh. Why am I so nervous? Iâm being ridiculous.
I look up. âHowâs your risotto?â
Josh maintains eye contact and smiles. âGood. Do you want some?â He pushes his plate slightly toward me and I take a forkful.
I return the gesture. âGnocchi?â
âSure.â
He pierces one piece of gnocchi with his fork, pops it into his mouth and follows it with some wine, all the while holding my gaze.
âSo, what did you do in Honolulu?â I say, trying to hide my nervousness.
âNothing much. Training missions mostly. And some real missions too.â He pauses.
âOh, right. This is the âif I tell you any more Iâll have to kill youâ moment.â
He takes a sip of wine. âSomething like that.â
I narrow my eyes, unable to tell whether Josh is dramatizing or if perhaps he really was involved in some top-secret missions when he was in the air force.
âNothing more to say on the subject?â I pursue it.
âNot much more to tell.â He takes some more risotto, grinning in between chewing.
Bastard is enjoying the secrecy. I wonât give him the satisfaction of asking him about it again. My stubborn streak takes over.
He breaks the silence. âSo, run me through the D.C. case.â
Iâm reluctant to fill our first date with shoptalk, but Iâm too nervous to think of a better topic. We spend the rest of the meal talking about the D.C. murders and trying to come up with something new. But thereâs nothing new to be found. Not yet. Weâre still waiting on forensics from the park, of course. Maybe Marty will find something.
Weâre drinking coffee when another moment of awkwardness interrupts our conversation. Looking at Marco, silent, Iâm suddenly acutely aware of the fact that itâs been over seven months since Iâve had sex and every inch of me is tingling in anticipation of what might happen tonight. My resistance is falling by the wayside. Myfeelings for Josh are undeniably powerful. And Samâs rightâIâve always felt this way about him.
We pay the bill, with only scattered conversation. No plans are verbalized and out in the cold air my defensive wall starts to rebuild itself. But Josh is too quick, and he grabs my hand, holding it gently. The wall crumbles.
âJosh?â But instead of voicing my concerns, silence falls and once again our bodies move closer. I smell the familiar scent of Joshâs aftershave, Acqua de Gio, and I like it. He presses his hand into the small of my back and leans down until our lips meet. Itâs gentle, hesitant at first. I move myself closer into him and put my arms around his neck as we kiss again, this time parting our mouths. Again, itâs gentle, tentative, hesitant on both our parts. Then the third kiss is more intense and overtly sexual. Our bodies are pushed close against one another as we kiss again.
âWow,â Josh says.
I nod, happy that weâre both feeling the same thing. Iâd forgotten how wonderful first kisses areâI was with Matt for seven years, after all.
âWant a ride home?â Josh says.
But we both know that isnât the real question. My carâs around the corner, just like his.
I hesitate, my head fighting my heart and
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