whispers.
“Oh really?” Thessaly teases, parting her lips for a kiss.
Raising his eyebrows, Levi leans in and kisses Thessaly’s cheek. He takes the carton of ice and moves ahead of Thessaly, dangling a gummi worm above his mouth before ripping it from his fingers.
Trailing behind him with an annoyed grin, Thessaly shouts, “Hey, Jones, I don’t normally like to follow!”
Slowing his pace with his elbows out and his chest puffed, Levi smirks. “Oh?” He stops abruptly and pulls Thessaly close to him, one hand on her waist and the other hand holding the carton of shaved ice above her head.
She smiles and asks, “Can I have some?”
Nodding his head, Levi lowers the carton to feed Thessaly the wedge of fresh pineapple. He places the yellow tip between her parted lips, quietly groaning as her red mouth pinches the fruity flesh. Staring into each other’s eyes while crowds of people move around them, they smile – a secret smile dedicated to the sensual foreplay of sweet, juicy fruit.
As they continue their stroll along Front Street, the conversation spans from a television series on Netflix, to the recipe of IKEA’s Swedish meatballs. There’s no stammering or awkward silence – the dialogue seems to flow as if it were written just for them. Thunder rumbles over the river, and the humidity spikes uncomfortably, but the two are so engaged in each other that they fail to realize the scene is changing. Because Thessaly and Levi are simply characters within the bigger story – passing figures on crowded streets, assimilated residents of a vibrant city, and specks of color on a gray canvas.
Squeezing through a crowd of young New Yorkers, Levi takes Thessaly’s hand and leads her to a row of registration tents. Once a month during the summer, the Seaport sets up an outdoor game night – complete with Pictionary , shuffleboard, Jeopardy! and a free movie. Tonight’s viewing features the witty dynamic duo of Wesley Snipes and Woody Harrelson in White Men Can’t Jump , but the organic popcorn and hand-crafted root beer cost ten dollars.
Levi picks the middle tent without a line. “We’d like to play shuffleboard,” he declares, adding his name and cell phone number to a clipboard.
“There’s a thirty-minute wait for a court.” Standing behind one of three podiums designed like the set of Jeopardy! is a young woman wearing rhinestone glasses and a ‘50s diner uniform. She takes the clipboard from Levi and says, “You can walk around or sit in the outdoor waiting room over there. You’ll get a text when the court is available.”
Levi tosses the shaved ice carton in the garbage and leads Thessaly to the outdoor living room. They grab an empty plastic loveseat facing one of the Seaport’s original boat slips. Thessaly removes her shoes and as gracefully as possible, sits on her leg. Tugging at the hem of her knee-length dress, she catches Levi staring at her legs.
“Hey!” Thessaly teases.
“When we met, you were wearing pants – let me enjoy your long legs.”
“I’m sure it’s obvious I don’t wear dresses much,” she reveals.
Resting his tan arm on the back of the love seat, Levi leans in to whisper, “I don’t either.” He smiles, dropping his hand on her shoulder. “Although, Dani used to dress me up and call me Laverne.”
Confused by his ambiguous admission, Thessaly squints her eyes and purses her lips. “Danny?” she asks.
“Yeah, my older sister.” Levi matches Thessaly’s quizzical expression and then laughs. “Dandelion Jones?”
“Oh, wow, you were serious?”
“Yep,” he replies. “Long or short story?”
“The entertaining one.”
“Our mom was Amish – like rode in a horse and buggy and churned butter under the candlelight. When she was a teenager, she would sneak off with her friends through the Pennsylvania wheat fields to party with modern civilization.”
“Like Leanne in season three of Orange is the New Black !”
“Is she the drug-dealing
“Oh really?” Thessaly teases, parting her lips for a kiss.
Raising his eyebrows, Levi leans in and kisses Thessaly’s cheek. He takes the carton of ice and moves ahead of Thessaly, dangling a gummi worm above his mouth before ripping it from his fingers.
Trailing behind him with an annoyed grin, Thessaly shouts, “Hey, Jones, I don’t normally like to follow!”
Slowing his pace with his elbows out and his chest puffed, Levi smirks. “Oh?” He stops abruptly and pulls Thessaly close to him, one hand on her waist and the other hand holding the carton of shaved ice above her head.
She smiles and asks, “Can I have some?”
Nodding his head, Levi lowers the carton to feed Thessaly the wedge of fresh pineapple. He places the yellow tip between her parted lips, quietly groaning as her red mouth pinches the fruity flesh. Staring into each other’s eyes while crowds of people move around them, they smile – a secret smile dedicated to the sensual foreplay of sweet, juicy fruit.
As they continue their stroll along Front Street, the conversation spans from a television series on Netflix, to the recipe of IKEA’s Swedish meatballs. There’s no stammering or awkward silence – the dialogue seems to flow as if it were written just for them. Thunder rumbles over the river, and the humidity spikes uncomfortably, but the two are so engaged in each other that they fail to realize the scene is changing. Because Thessaly and Levi are simply characters within the bigger story – passing figures on crowded streets, assimilated residents of a vibrant city, and specks of color on a gray canvas.
Squeezing through a crowd of young New Yorkers, Levi takes Thessaly’s hand and leads her to a row of registration tents. Once a month during the summer, the Seaport sets up an outdoor game night – complete with Pictionary , shuffleboard, Jeopardy! and a free movie. Tonight’s viewing features the witty dynamic duo of Wesley Snipes and Woody Harrelson in White Men Can’t Jump , but the organic popcorn and hand-crafted root beer cost ten dollars.
Levi picks the middle tent without a line. “We’d like to play shuffleboard,” he declares, adding his name and cell phone number to a clipboard.
“There’s a thirty-minute wait for a court.” Standing behind one of three podiums designed like the set of Jeopardy! is a young woman wearing rhinestone glasses and a ‘50s diner uniform. She takes the clipboard from Levi and says, “You can walk around or sit in the outdoor waiting room over there. You’ll get a text when the court is available.”
Levi tosses the shaved ice carton in the garbage and leads Thessaly to the outdoor living room. They grab an empty plastic loveseat facing one of the Seaport’s original boat slips. Thessaly removes her shoes and as gracefully as possible, sits on her leg. Tugging at the hem of her knee-length dress, she catches Levi staring at her legs.
“Hey!” Thessaly teases.
“When we met, you were wearing pants – let me enjoy your long legs.”
“I’m sure it’s obvious I don’t wear dresses much,” she reveals.
Resting his tan arm on the back of the love seat, Levi leans in to whisper, “I don’t either.” He smiles, dropping his hand on her shoulder. “Although, Dani used to dress me up and call me Laverne.”
Confused by his ambiguous admission, Thessaly squints her eyes and purses her lips. “Danny?” she asks.
“Yeah, my older sister.” Levi matches Thessaly’s quizzical expression and then laughs. “Dandelion Jones?”
“Oh, wow, you were serious?”
“Yep,” he replies. “Long or short story?”
“The entertaining one.”
“Our mom was Amish – like rode in a horse and buggy and churned butter under the candlelight. When she was a teenager, she would sneak off with her friends through the Pennsylvania wheat fields to party with modern civilization.”
“Like Leanne in season three of Orange is the New Black !”
“Is she the drug-dealing
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