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laughing. Finally, he says, “I went through a piercing stage. I probably went a little overboard with the piercings.”
    “You think?”
    “I still like my piercings as much as I still like my tattoos,” he tells me in an amused tone.
    “Didn’t it hurt?”
    “You pierced your ears. Didn’t that hurt?”
    “Only for a minute.”
    “Same with all my piercings.”
    “I think the only thing you haven’t pierced are your ears,” I blurt out.
    “Yeah, I never had any interest in piercing my ears. Rather conventional, wouldn’t you say?” he says with that charming half-smile of his.
    Reaching up and touching the loop on the corner of his bottom lip, I ask, “Doesn’t it annoy you having something on your lip. When I cut my lip it drives me crazy.”
    With a smile, he runs his finger along my bottom lip. “Yeah, but the piercing is healed. You get used to it. I like it,” he says, then sucks in the loop on his lip.
    “Didn’t all the rednecks in Wyoming give you grief about your tattoos and piercings?” I question.
    “What kind of people do you think are working there? The Mormons aren’t sending their clean-cut proselytizers up there. Up in the fields, I don’t think I met a guy who didn’t have tats.” With an unreadable expression he questions, “Is this an issue?”
    Wow, now that he says it….
    I feel embarrassed at having an issue. My old boyfriend Carter had a tattoo, but it was discreet and kind of preppy. Then again, I always thought of myself as open and accepting. Now, I need to rephrase what I consider I’m open and accepting about. Rocket and his tattoos and piercings are nothing I would ever choose in a man. However, I’m here with Rocket now, and at some level I find them enticing.
    Stop thinking like that, Jennifer .
    This is not a date; this is not your man. You’re hanging with a friend, a really hot friend, with an amazing body, plenty of nice muscles, and a friend who kisses really, really, well.
    I make a quick pact with myself. Enjoy Rocket this weekend—on Monday I’ll go back to normal. That’s when I’ll start looking for the right kind of guy. One who doesn’t have tattoos and pierced nipples—a guy who shaves, styles his hair, and wears clothes that are nicely pressed. But tonight…tonight is for enjoyment.
    Lying on top of him, leaning on his chest with my forearms, looking into those dark eyes of his, I quietly tell him, “Your body art is surprising. I couldn’t imagine getting a tattoo or getting any more piercings than I already have. It’s…different.”
    Dipping my head down, I softly kiss his lips. As I reach my hand up his shirt I play with the ring. Pulling away from the kiss, I ask my question with a whisper. “Does it make touching more enjoyable?”
    He doesn’t answer in words, but he does start kissing me again, which is probably an answer in itself. At some point, he rolls us over so I’m on my back and he’s on top, but he’s being careful not to squish me. After a nice deep kiss, I open my eyes. It’s the first time I’m facing the sky.
    I’m so surprised by what I see, I exclaim, “Wow, the stars are really amazing here.”
    “Segue much?” he says in a deep and rumbly voice.
    “You said you get a great show. This is amazing; I can actually see the haze of the Milky Way. Is that Venus?” I gush, as I point to the brightest star on the horizon. There are so many stars it’s hard to pick out the different constellations.”
    Rocket moans, dips his head, then rolls over onto his back and moves me so my head is on his chest. One of his arms is behind his head while the other is wrapped around me.
    “You into astronomy?” he asks.
    “As a kid I was really into astronomy. I was a big time member of the Hawaiian Astronomic Society and the Hokulani Imaginarium. There was too much light pollution where I lived, but we’d go stargazing in Kahala Community Park. It was totally amazing; amazing like this.”
    As I lay on my back, leaning