Ricky

My heartbeat echoes in my ears, giving an erratic cadence to the otherwise silence within my car. Neither one of us has said much since we began driving. Peering to my right, I notice the way Marilyn’s hands rest in her lap, the way she stares out the side window, and the way the sweet scent of her perfume fills my senses.

Standing at the coat check, I wanted to lean in and kiss her.

From the low I felt as I was dressing for the ...