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PLAY button on the remote control. I hear a disco version of<br />
the Star Wars theme. Slipping out of my sandals, I plunk my<br />
bare feet on the coffee table, too. Admiring my newly<br />
painted toenails, I almost don’t notice Perry’s feet. Then I<br />
do. Is it possible I’d never seen his bare feet before? I must<br />
have—at least in the wading pool when we were kids. Now,<br />
though, the sight of his feet quickens my pulse. It feels<br />
incredibly intimate. Like he’s naked. His toes are straight<br />
and bony, with fuzzy strawberry-blond hairs. The nails are<br />
cut short. There’s a sprinkle of freckles on the tops of his<br />
feet, his heels are pink. Honestly, I’ve never seen feet so<br />
beautiful.<br />
We watch the movie, munch popcorn.<br />
All of a sudden, Perry tilts his foot to the right and<br />
lightly touches the bottom of my foot. It’s soft, almost ticklish.<br />
I press my foot into his. He doesn’t move it. He even<br />
presses his foot into mine. Our feet stay together, like hands<br />
holding.<br />
I can barely breathe.<br />
The movie continues to play, but I can’t hear anything<br />
but the whooshing of blood pulsing through my ears.<br />
Then Perry looks at me, and I look at him. We have a<br />
moment.<br />
We’re frozen like that, for what seems like an hour.<br />
Touching feet, touching hearts. My chest is on fire. Is this<br />
what they mean when they say, “Love hurts”?<br />
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