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beat into her open palm,
the rapid hammering telling her something words could not. She melted into his
eyes, unable to utter a single sound, let alone an entire word.
    “We should
probably get out of the street,” he panted.
    She grabbed a fistful
of his shirt and pulled his lips to hers, pouring gasoline on the fire inside
his pants. Their firm embrace was greedy and relentless. He cupped the curves
hiding inside her tight jeans and pulled her body against his, pressing his
groin against her stomach. Her eyes widened as his hardness stole her breath.
    A cop car stopped
in the street and splashed them with red and blue, adding to their dream-like state.
Evy’s mouth breathed sweet air into him that he would surely die without. Their
heads rocked back and forth as she emptied her life force into him with
reckless abandon.
    A screaming
siren punctured the night with a double beep. “ Getouttathegoddamnstreet !”
a man squawked over a PA system in a continuous string, jerking them from their
trance.
    Dean turned and raised
a hand to the cop, leading Evy across the street by the hand. They hopped up
onto the sidewalk and began back-tracking their course to Sugars in a stunned silence,
both trying to come to grips with what had just happened. His mind raced nearly
as fast as his pulse. He glanced over at Evy to make sure she was real. She
looked up and smiled, confirming her validity with swollen red lips. He
squeezed her hand, refusing to let it go for anything in the world. She
squeezed back and giggled softly. Dean laughed with her, sucking in massive
gulps of air that tasted like cotton candy.
    Everything was
brighter and more vibrant than ever before. They passed massive flower pots
dotting the downtown sidewalks, their petals in full bloom, just like his heart.
Soft jazz floated from a set of open double doors with a big black guy standing
guard outside. He nodded at them and smiled brightly, catching a small taste of
their magical aura. It was contagious. Whatever they had just discovered
between them was as infectious as a bad case of the giggles.
    Evy studied Dean
through thoughtful eyes. “What just happened back there?”
      His gaze swept over to her as they crossed
another street. “I think a tanker truck or something exploded.”
    She clapped a
hand over her beating heart, a practice he had already grown to love. “That
was…”
    “Perfect,” he
muttered, finishing her sentence for her.
    Two younger girls,
drunkenly walking arm in arm in skintight dresses and high heels, smiled warmly
and said hello as they passed by. Whatever it was, others could see it in their
faces. Could feel it.
    Evy and Dean
continued walking, their shoes floating above the ground. They were at least
two feet taller than everyone else, walking on air. She glanced up at his
strong profile and squeezed his hand, simultaneously signaling her surrender
and his victory with one simple gesture. “You’re not from this planet, are
you?”
    He laughed. “Me?
I’m not the one with white wings and flowers in her hair?” He yanked her to a
stop and turned to face her. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever
seen.”
    A bashful smile
graced her lips. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
    “But this time I
mean it.”
    She chuckled and
he leaned in to kiss her again, needing just one more fix to get them to where
they were going.
    “ Yo , whassup , man, you gotta smoke?”
    Dean turned to see
a white guy step out from a darkened alley with his pants hanging down to his
ass crack and his ball cap turned sideways. Black tats spider-webbed across his
wiry arms as he eyeballed Evy. Dean tightened his grip on her hand and led her
around the guy. “Don’t smoke,” he said shortly, towing her along.
    Evy screamed
when the guy grabbed her purse and yanked hard, pulling her and Dean backwards.
Without hesitation, Dean flew through the air and punched the guy squarely in
the face, dropping him where he stood. Dean towered over