I locked the door behind us and we both made our way down the staircase to the basement. It was late enough at night that we were the only ones around. Sully got the clothes out of the washer and put them in the dryer I’d chosen. Then, we sat together on the wooden bench across from the machine and watched it spin.
“So,” Sully began. “This building…Well, it’s in the Village. Does that mean…”
“Yes, people are very open-minded in this complex, especially since most of the residents are like us.”
He sighed, but it didn’t sound weary. “Oh good. That means I can do this without worrying.”
Turning to me, Sully took my face in his hands and kissed my lips. I’d missed that first, sweet taste of him. He still had the flavor of Coca-Cola in his mouth, and I wanted more. Too bad they didn’t use cocaine in the formula for that soda any longer, because then I could blame my addiction to his mouth on it, instead of what must be pure Sully.