…I sighed softly and did something I’d only read about in forbidden novels. I leant in, brushing my lips against his. The kiss was soft and chaste. It lasted no more than a mere second before I pulled back.
“What was that, Olive?” He gave me a horrified look and all I could feel was my stomach somersault. I knew romance and love weren’t ever spoken of in Genesis. There was no need when the government knew who was perfect for one another, and children were won by lottery and conceived in a lab. Intimate acts were considered unnecessary.
“I read about it in a book,” I whispered, afraid I’d done it all wrong. “It was a kiss,” I breathed, chewing on my bottom lip nervously. I’d never kissed anyone before and worried he thought it was terrible. I’d never seen two people share a kiss, I didn’t quite know what it was supposed to look like, but I thought I’d done it right after reading about it. My hand reached out, grabbing his arm. “Please don’t be mad at me.” I breathed. “You have to swear you won’t tell anyone!” Joshua hesitated for only an instant before he leaned in, taking another taste from my lips trying again. The second kiss was softer and satisfied both of our curiosities. My heart raced and my skin warmed to his touch. “I thought today was going to turn out so much worse,” I confessed.
Joshua laughed as he pulled back slightly, staring at me. His eyes had darkened a deeper richer shade of blue. I’d never seen his eyes change colors before. His fingers moved to tickle my stomach with a grin. “Worse? Really? You’re not happy you married me? You’re just relieved it wasn’t someone worse?”
“No!” I shrieked, “That’s not what I meant!” I tried to catch my breath, but he hardly gave me a second more than necessary. I pulled from his ticklish grasp, jumped from the couch and ran across the room in a fit of laughter. He quickly followed, jumping over the sofa as he was just inches from me. He was close now, smiling and trailing behind me as I ran toward the bedroom. It was probably the worst place I could go, trapped between Joshua and a mattress. I felt him tackle me down onto the plush bed, his hands skimmed my stomach but he was no longer tickling me. The laughter still hadn’t subsided.
“Breathe,” Joshua said, staring intently at me.
“Trying,” I gasped between fits of laughter. Lying down helped settle the feeling of my racing heart, and after a moment I shifted along the mattress, reaching out to him. “I want to tell you a story,” I insisted as my fingers found his cheek. “One I read in a book.” I wanted him to learn the things I had about love and romance. I couldn’t help but feel my body stir with a strange fire and warmth as he loomed just above me. Staring up at him I froze on the mattress hearing the latch click on the front door. I knew it had been locked.