“We might as well leave all clothing at the door, then.”
“Your wish is my command.” The jacket and a shirt beneath it went flying. “Too bad that wasn’t on the test.”
“We’ll think about that after. Come look.”
Edison’s awe seemed sincere as he stood before the canvas with the European kissy faces and hundreds of paint strokes. “It’s amazing.”
“The colors are you. Every color I could remember, your flesh, your hair, your eyes.”
“So many?”
“Yes. Highlights here.” Stone ran his fingers through the softness atop Edison’s head. “And the skin is different here,” he touched his cheek, “than here.” Edison shivered when Stone tickled his ribs. “Your lips get darker when you lick them, not just shiny, but maybe more blood pumps through them when you’re…”
“Excited.”
“Yeah. There are so many shades that make the blue in your eyes, too.” With Edison’s face in both hands, Stone stared right into them. “I wanted to get every one. They change, you know, when you smile.”