Chapter 5“Are you thinking about your first kiss, Warwick?”
The question jolted Warwick back to Dom, the recyclables, and the hallway of the building with the apartment Warwick shared with no one. He stood. “No.”
“Firsts are better with song,” Dom said. “Mia madre swears by that. A first look, a first kiss, the first time two people make love. Everyone knows the perfect song for that.”
“‘Bolero,’” they said together.
But Warwick was finished with music and romance. “I should go get us a bin bag to put all this stuff in.”
“Forget the bin bag.” Dom was on his feet now, too. “Bin bag.” The British terminology seemed to tickle him. “Let’s talk more about kissing. Love is breathing, and kissing literally gives breath from one to another.”
Breath seemed hard for Warwick, not from exertion,
