In Too Deep
Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
COLTON
I love every minute of her presence. Even when she’s angry at me.
And she usually is.
We walk in silence for a minute, wandering past the vast white walls and open spaces of The Bass Museum, passing very few visitors, my hands in my jeans pockets, hers twisted in a hold below her navel, and I can’t stop myself from looking at her, from soaking in her dark skirt suit, the red shirt underneath, the red pumps.
Business-like and austere, she strolls beside me, back straight, her hair in a carefully pinned top bun, showing her long, delicate neck, and I have to battle the itch to reach out and rub it with my thumb, to slide the finger down the line of her slightly damp neck, misty
