Page 29 of Burning for You

“It’s seven o’clock, if you’d like to know.”

“Shit!” I climb out of the bath.

“What are you going to wear?”

“The midnight blue dress, the one I wore to your parents’ anniversary.”

“Nah. Wear the Narciso Rodriguez one. The… it’s not cream, you said—”

“Champagne.” My lips move slowly, describing the color as if someone is sensually feeding a strawberry to me.

He pecks my lips in a rush. Before he lets me get dressed, he sniffs at a spot just below my ear.

Can you smell nirvana, Josh?