Downtown even?”
Thessaly lifts her head from his shoulder, extends her arms and clasps her hands. Cracking her knuckles, she laughs nervously. This is that moment – the one where the truth becomes a part of the story arc. Turning into him, Thessaly admits, “I followed a boy.”
Levi moves his mouth inches from Thessaly’s lips and whispers, “You don’t like to follow.”
Caught up in the sexual tension, Thessaly grazes his lips and hushes, “And you?”
“I nudge.”
Interrupting their moment, Levi’s phone buzzes with a text message. Frowning, he reads aloud, “Game night canceled due to impending thunderstorm.” Levi looks up from his phone and scans the emptied outdoor space. “Shit, Tess, we should probably go soon.”
Standing from the plastic couch, Levi offers his hand to Thessaly. One foot at a time, Thessaly squeezes back into her pumps, wincing in pain as she puts weight on her feet.
“Um, take those off.”
“What? No, I’m fine. Let’s go.”
“Take them off, right now.”
Thessaly’s eyes expand in horror as she screeches, “I’m not walking barefoot, Levi!”
Another rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning approach the pier. And then the rain starts – buckets of warm water pouring from the heavens like a dunking booth gone awry. Thessaly quietly snickers as she watches the rain drip from Levi’s nose to his chin. His damp black T-shirt clings to his body, revealing a defined, muscular stomach. Thessaly snickers, realizing that her wet makeup must resemble a face of melting wax.
Looking around the closed Seaport, and then surveying Thessaly’s drenched body, Levi shouts, “C’mon.” In a desperate yet sexy move, Levi swoops Thessaly in his arm and then throws her over his shoulder. She squeals and squirms, but Levi slaps her ass and begins to jog.
“Where’s your apartment?” he asks.
“Pearl and Beekman! Like five blocks!” Thessaly shouts against his back.
After a few blocks, Levi stops under the large canopy of the Fulton Market. He sets Thessaly down and smirks. “You’re really wet, Tess.”
Thessaly wobbles in her slippery heels and falls into Levi’s chest. He swipes away the wet curl sticking to her cheek, and then runs his thumb over her mouth. Thessaly parts her mouth to speak, but Levi pries her mouth apart so that he can kiss her.
Bringing both hands to Thessaly’s face to cup her cheeks, Levi backs Thessaly up against the door of the closed market. Pressing their wet bodies against each other, they soak up every drop of rain lingering on their lips. Consumption and hunger, followed by lust and passion – it’s a kiss made for the movies.
It’s a kiss in the rain.
Taking a breath and staring into Thessaly’s mascara-smudged eyes, Levi moans, “Ready?” Without an answer, Levi peels her away from the door and lifts her over his shoulder. She doesn’t fight him this time, and she doesn’t even bother with the placement of her dress.
Glancing at their reflection in the window of the market, Levi smirks as his eyes follow the outline of Thessaly’s lacy thong. He moves his hand to her ass to cover the exposed undergarments, and then takes a deep breath.
Darting back into the rain, Thessaly’s head smacks against the muscles in Levi’s back. Without thinking, she blurts, “How did you get this body?”
Levi replies, “Peace Corps.”
“Impressive. I’m the building on the left – with the glass door.”
Approaching Thessaly’s apartment building, Levi sets her down gently and takes her hand. “Well, that was fun.”
“I guess I’ll have to beat you at shuffleboard some other time.”
“Right,” Levi patronizes.
“Would you like to come up? I could make some honey vodka lemonade.”
Sighing, he replies, “Tempting, but I have a busy morning tomorrow. I should get home.”
“Oh, yeah. Me too. Big, crazy day!”
Levi leans in to kiss Thessaly, but feeling rejected and embarrassed, she turns her head so that he
Thessaly lifts her head from his shoulder, extends her arms and clasps her hands. Cracking her knuckles, she laughs nervously. This is that moment – the one where the truth becomes a part of the story arc. Turning into him, Thessaly admits, “I followed a boy.”
Levi moves his mouth inches from Thessaly’s lips and whispers, “You don’t like to follow.”
Caught up in the sexual tension, Thessaly grazes his lips and hushes, “And you?”
“I nudge.”
Interrupting their moment, Levi’s phone buzzes with a text message. Frowning, he reads aloud, “Game night canceled due to impending thunderstorm.” Levi looks up from his phone and scans the emptied outdoor space. “Shit, Tess, we should probably go soon.”
Standing from the plastic couch, Levi offers his hand to Thessaly. One foot at a time, Thessaly squeezes back into her pumps, wincing in pain as she puts weight on her feet.
“Um, take those off.”
“What? No, I’m fine. Let’s go.”
“Take them off, right now.”
Thessaly’s eyes expand in horror as she screeches, “I’m not walking barefoot, Levi!”
Another rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning approach the pier. And then the rain starts – buckets of warm water pouring from the heavens like a dunking booth gone awry. Thessaly quietly snickers as she watches the rain drip from Levi’s nose to his chin. His damp black T-shirt clings to his body, revealing a defined, muscular stomach. Thessaly snickers, realizing that her wet makeup must resemble a face of melting wax.
Looking around the closed Seaport, and then surveying Thessaly’s drenched body, Levi shouts, “C’mon.” In a desperate yet sexy move, Levi swoops Thessaly in his arm and then throws her over his shoulder. She squeals and squirms, but Levi slaps her ass and begins to jog.
“Where’s your apartment?” he asks.
“Pearl and Beekman! Like five blocks!” Thessaly shouts against his back.
After a few blocks, Levi stops under the large canopy of the Fulton Market. He sets Thessaly down and smirks. “You’re really wet, Tess.”
Thessaly wobbles in her slippery heels and falls into Levi’s chest. He swipes away the wet curl sticking to her cheek, and then runs his thumb over her mouth. Thessaly parts her mouth to speak, but Levi pries her mouth apart so that he can kiss her.
Bringing both hands to Thessaly’s face to cup her cheeks, Levi backs Thessaly up against the door of the closed market. Pressing their wet bodies against each other, they soak up every drop of rain lingering on their lips. Consumption and hunger, followed by lust and passion – it’s a kiss made for the movies.
It’s a kiss in the rain.
Taking a breath and staring into Thessaly’s mascara-smudged eyes, Levi moans, “Ready?” Without an answer, Levi peels her away from the door and lifts her over his shoulder. She doesn’t fight him this time, and she doesn’t even bother with the placement of her dress.
Glancing at their reflection in the window of the market, Levi smirks as his eyes follow the outline of Thessaly’s lacy thong. He moves his hand to her ass to cover the exposed undergarments, and then takes a deep breath.
Darting back into the rain, Thessaly’s head smacks against the muscles in Levi’s back. Without thinking, she blurts, “How did you get this body?”
Levi replies, “Peace Corps.”
“Impressive. I’m the building on the left – with the glass door.”
Approaching Thessaly’s apartment building, Levi sets her down gently and takes her hand. “Well, that was fun.”
“I guess I’ll have to beat you at shuffleboard some other time.”
“Right,” Levi patronizes.
“Would you like to come up? I could make some honey vodka lemonade.”
Sighing, he replies, “Tempting, but I have a busy morning tomorrow. I should get home.”
“Oh, yeah. Me too. Big, crazy day!”
Levi leans in to kiss Thessaly, but feeling rejected and embarrassed, she turns her head so that he
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