Jesse’s Guy by Nickie JamisonThe light turned red. I glanced at Jesse in the passenger seat, gauging his reaction to my confession. The corners of his mouth turned up into a smile and his dark eyebrows indicated surprise. Jesse ran his hands through his black curls. His Greek ancestry showed in his dark hair, olive skin, and very Romanesque nose—a stark contrast to my Navy short blonde hair and blue-eyed German lineage. Eyes forward, Sailor.
A rainbow banner announcing this year’s PrideFest rippled, kicked up by the movement of cars through the intersection. Time stretched out, car, truck, car, car, car…and my guts ached with either nervousness or too much Italian food, I couldn’t tell. The light turned green and the car in the lane next to me lurched forward, screeching tires and spittin
