We make out in the parking lot of the warehouses and Jules has my dick out before she asks me if I want to go inside to see the show.
I have my fingers inside her. “Now?” I say.
“That’s why we came, right?”
"I don’t care what we do,” I say.
But she says: "I want to see your painting."
She’s seen my painting. She’s seen it in my space.
“I want to see it on the big wall.”
“My wall is bigger than the one in here.”
“I want to see it in there,” she says. “I want to see other people looking at it."
She turns my head and kisses me.
"I love how direct you are,” I say. “Your honesty..is like..”
“A kick in the nuts?” she says.
I tell her I don’t usually call them nuts..and she asks me what I do call them..and we help each other get our clothes back on.
We head toward the art show.
And with Jules beside me..with her willing to hold my hand..and with her wanting to wrap herself around me..
With Jules..
in general..
and every time I’m with her..
I’ve got a song in my heart.