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day. Devoid of warmth and tone, it was flat and even and unforgiving. Molly always used to color code her days. A sign would be sent, maybe it was the color of her toothpaste, or of the first sock she glanced at in the drawer, and that would be her theme. It wasn’t as if she dressed the part, only wearing green from underpinnings to headband, it was more of what the aura, the energy, of the day would be. It had been so long since Molly had had a murky, dingy day with Liam. Not since the last promise. She touched her back, rolled her wrist out of habit, remembering. Since that night and his grand turn around, she tended to the more radiating, prismatic, incandescent hues when they were together. She felt like her entire body was on fire when she was with him, flames flickering from the tips of her hair and a faint smell of smoke rising off her skin. She was her very own X-Man character. Everything she experienced or tasted or smelled seemed twice what it had been before. She was pulsing, alive. She was a beating heart.
    On their twenty-first date, Molly knew she loved him, really loved him, and not in that schoolgirl crush obsession way that she had felt after the first five minutes, nor in an enhanced, drug-induced way she had felt in those first few weeks. She loved him as a woman, whole and round and earthy. She had woken up next to him, staring at a freckle on the back of his left shoulder. It was the warmest shade of brown, hazelnut. That was her color. She kissed it along with all the others ringing the top of his back and he rolled over to meet her mouth. Morning breath was not even a thought. It was then that Molly could not tell where she began and he ended. They were this stalk of hands and fingers growing and moving in harmony, fitting together like LEGOs. Everything clicked and ratcheted into the right holes and notches. After they made love, they showered together. He washed her long red hair carefully and then combed it, detangling all her knots. They dressed and headed off in her car.
    â€œWanna see a movie?” Liam asked as he flipped through the LA Weekly she had on the floor.
    â€œSure. What’s playing?”
    â€œI’m kind of in the romantic mode myself.”
    â€œReally? Well there’s that one with John Cusack and Gwyneth Paltrow that just opened.”
    â€œCool. Let’s see.... It’s at four-fifteen at the Grove.”
    â€œUsually I have to beg and plead with my guy to get him to see a chick flick.” Turning to look at him and feeling all fuzzy inside. “John would only see political movies with subtitles.”
    â€œYour guy?” Grinning at Molly.
    â€œUh, I meant, the guy I am dating …” Starting to blush. “Not that you are my guy, I mean …”
    â€œI’m not?”
    â€œWell, I don’t …”
    Liam leaned over and gave Molly a long kiss just below her ear, inhaling her before he pulled away.
    â€œI better be, or I am going to spend the rest of my days looking for a girl who tastes and smells exactly like you.”
    Molly smiled and took his hand. They rode the rest of the way to lunch in silence, both relishing their togetherness. Molly could feel the chocolate-flavored coziness spread like frosting inside her. Her heart and lungs, a pool of hot fudge. Nothing could be better than feeling like you are inside a mug of cocoa.
    At lunch, Molly ordered a tuna sandwich and a cup of coffee.
    â€œExcuse me.” Getting up. “Pit stop.”
    Molly peed with a shit-eating grin on her face like she was three and using a big girl’s potty for the first time. She walked back and slid into the booth, facing him.
    â€œBabe, come sit next to me.”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œSit next to me over here.”
    â€œBut, Liam, then we can’t look at each other and beam across the table.”
    â€œYou’re too far away over there.”
    Molly got up and snuggled next to him. She had never sat on the