“Balls!” Joselyn hissed. She clenched her fist tightly and pounded the counter waiting for the burning to subside.
“Everything okay?” Eddie called.
“Oh yeah,” Joselyn called out wincing, “just dandy.” Moments later she stepped into the room holding two mugs of tea, steam rising in wisps and curls. “Careful,” she said, holding out one of the mugs “it’s really hot.”
“Oh,” he said gingerly accepting the proffered mug. “Thanks.”
Joselyn settled into the couch beside him and blew on her own cup of tea. She glanced over at Eddie to see why he hadn’t pressed play to resume the movie and found that he was staring at her instead, a slight grin tugging at his lips. “What?”
“You sipped my tea,” he said.
Joselyn panicked. “Is that… I thought it would be okay. I mean, we’ve already made out, I figured… but I know it’s different with drinks. I’m sorry—”
“I just thought—”
“No, no,” he insisted. “That’s not,” he paused, gathered his thoughts, looked at her with a tender smile. “You burned your tongue for me.”
Joselyn suddenly felt warm all over, and not from the tea. “I… I guess I did, yeah.”
“I love you too.”
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Story by Gregory M. Fox
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“Hot” exemplifies gmfx’s many endearing stories that feel real and good in human relationships in a world that seems generally void of them. These endearing stories plant a glimmer of hope that not all the world of interpersonal relationships is a nightmare of abuse, exploitation, co-dependency, manipulation, boredom, entropy, various forms of violence, lies, hatred, and so on.