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easier and deeper. Miles sucked at my neck and whispered in my ear. “Come for
me, Josie,” he urged. “I’m gonna fuck you ’til I see that beautiful come face
again.”
    That was all it took. My whole body seized around him as he
pounded into me. I was caught in his riptide again, coming so hard, in so many
waves, that I almost begged him to stop, and then I felt his body go rock hard
and heard him groan my name, and he held me so tight his arms shook.
    He was panting. We were panting together. He loosened his
arms and we breathed together hard, so stupefied by the power of the sex we’d
just had that we looked at each other and laughed through our gasps. The kiss
he gave me, right before he separated our bodies, was as sweet as the first.

Chapter Five
     
    Miles pulled himself together fast and wrapped the condom in
a concession napkin to be tossed with our empty popcorn bucket. Me, I was still
kind of dazed, so he took my panties from where I’d draped them over my bag,
knelt down and held them as I stepped into them. After he pulled them on, he
sat back in his theater seat and began buttoning my dress from the bottom up. I
liked being attended to. I could’ve gotten used to it.
    This was a thought I put down quick. He was an actor,
passing through town. He probably lived in LA and wouldn’t be sticking around
for long. I’d been hurting and so had he. Even with all the tenderness he’d
shown me, I wasn’t about to play a trick on myself that he would stay. The
question of whether I was worth it didn’t come up. Of course I was. That was
beside the point.
    The lights came up, the movie, and our time together,
apparently over. When we walked out of our row, Miles went down to the edge of
the balcony and looked over it. I got the willies again just watching him. “I
love this old theater,” he said, leaning on the railing. “Even more so now.” He
looked to his side and then behind him. “What are you doing all the way over
there?”
    Half of the truth was that I’d grown so partial to Miles
over these past two or so hours that I couldn’t stand next to him, knowing the
only way I’d see him from now on was on the Hawthorne Cinema Palace’s movie
screen. I told him the other half of the truth. “Fear of heights.”
    He walked up to me, held out his hand, and even though I
knew what he was doing, I took it. He led me down toward the edge but I shied a
few steps away from it.
    Then Miles went behind me. I felt those muscled arms that
had cradled me and crushed me with passion wrapping around me. “Walk with me,
cowgirl,” he said.
    He stood behind me, his arms steady around my waist, and he
took me to the edge of the balcony. He didn’t make any jokey moves to throw me
over, just held me sweet and strong. “Your eyes open?” he said, lips brushing
my ear.
    “Wide,” I told him. I clutched on to his arms but I smiled
as I looked out over the open space of the theater. Stars in constellations
twinkled at me from the domed ceiling. We were standing under the Big Dipper,
painted in gilded lines. I smiled with wonder, feeling safe enough in Miles’
arms to take in the entire magical universe of the theater. I’d never been able
to see how big it was, or to feel the possibilities that came with standing at
the edge. I’d always been scared to feel that. With Miles, scary had a lot of
potential. But the kind of potential that seemed real, even under a pretend sky
at a movie theater.
     
    “Hang on a sec,” I called to Miles in the lobby. “I have to
fill out my movie opinion card.”
    He rolled his eyes. “Just throw it in the garbage, where the
movie belongs.”
    I leaned on the glass top of the concession stand and filled
out the card, which had space for general comments. The movie was crap, I
wrote, but that blond guy Masterson was good. Give him a decent picture. When
I stood up I bumped against Miles, who’d been reading over my shoulder. “Hey,
no peeking.”
    “Now you’re