Jassy
“So,” Karl asked as we looked out from Xavier's back patio over the green of the Louisiana landscape, “think we should take the plunge?”
I laughed. “The plunge? What do you mean?”
“You know . . . make it official?”
I turned and put my arms around his waist, pulling myself into him. He looked down at me with those icy blue eyes of his, then leaned down and kissed me, the stubble lightly rubbing my skin. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the moment, the feel of our skin together, of his strong arms around. I smiled as our lips parted, then opened my eyes and gazed up at him. “You asking me to go steady, Karl Baldwin?”
“Guess I am,” he said back, his voice so thick with sarcasm you could scrape it on toast, “Jassy Spears.”
“Well, ask me then.”
“Fine,” he said, sighing as he rolle
