He tips up and takes my lips again. His softness is overwhelming, completely mind-consuming. I break the kiss to suck across the bottom edge of his jaw, my hat knocking askew.
What's with the fucking hat, anyway? Is this a grownup (well, sorta grown up) version of a teddy bear or thumb-sucking? Does he take it off to sleep, or does he cuddle it? He obviously has to take it off to play hockey, and to shower, but otherwise it seems to be a permanent fixture. He's either wearing it (indoors and out), or fussing with it like worry beads. Will the secret of the sacred pink ballcap be revealed in time? I mean, there are favorite accessories, and lucky talismans, but this hat is practically becoming another character in the story, albeit, thankfully, a silent one. Although, one wonders how much stank it's acquired after living on Shaw's head for at least twelve, maybe fourteen hours a day.
