Boston Avant-Garde 2 - Crescendo - Plot & Excerpts
It had taken almost no time at all to polish off Joshua’s meal of chicken and sautéed vegetables. Normally she would have spent a moment savoring the complex combination of spices Joshua had used on the meal. This time she’d barely tasted the food passing her lips. She hadn’t missed out on the fact that Joshua seemed obsessed with what she ate. He’d watched her like a hawk during the entire meal. Apparently her vending machine confession from the night before had really bothered him. Now dinner was over, and the atmosphere was relaxed. The remnants of the cannoli Seth had brought for dessert sat in the middle of the table beside a half-empty bottle of sweet rose wine. She felt light-headed from the wine and the giggling. She’d been relentlessly teasing them, picking on everything from their housekeeping habits to their choice to cohabitate. Her tongue was loose from the alcohol, and she was feeling braver than was probably wise. “So.” She ran the tip of one finger around the edge of her wineglass.
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