Chapter 33: Making It Right
It’s the middle of October, true. Chilly beneath a sky that threatens rain. But there’s enough down home country boy left in this city slicker to make me kick off my sneakers and shed my socks before plunging my bare feet into the rushing stream. “Jesus!” I gasp as Dan laughs at me. Water like ice swirls around my ankles and numbs my toes.
“Cold?” my lover asks with a grin. He sits cross-legged on the ground beside me, his knee barely resting against my thigh.
I punch his leg playfully. “Just slightly,” I admit, but to be honest, it feels absolutely wonderful. Leaning over, I roll up my pant legs, the left one first, then the right. A fine spray mists my fingers, incredible and so amazingly cold, I just love it. “Come on, baby,” I cajole. “It’s not that bad.
