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Souls entwined, binding you, reminding you.
I'm in your head, patiently churning, secretly burning.
Dear sick love, your berry lips are sweet decay.
You are my infectious disgrace.
Souls entwined, binding you, reminding you
To write your letters, say goodbye.
I'll tape your mouth, watch you cry.
Dear sick love, we're sinking souls.
Anchored. Going down.
We are infected with disgrace.
"Is that?" Avery asked, recognizing the tune.
I'd been singing it to myself since Jake played it for me. The new song-well, the tune that used to belong to my song. But that was different now, too.
"Yeah, it sounds really different."
"Old-timer plays it well." She pressed her lips together as if surprised. "The arthritis can't be too bad."
They didn't play the whole song, and though I loved it, I was glad. It felt a little like a stranger peeking into my diary.
"I have to go to the bathroom." Avery shrank back. "They'd better be clean."
Jake approached, sitting on the stage, letting his legs dangle in front of me. "I thought I might see you soon." He opened his arms, inviting me in. He felt so soft and safe. I melted into him.
"You're really hot. You come here often? What are you doing after the show?"
I played along. "Nope, never been here. I was just gonna watch a few bands, maybe pick up a cute guy."
"My girlfriend says I'm cute."
Jakes' shy smile made me want to lick his delicious face-"She's right."-just lap up all his sexy goodness.
"I could ditch her after the show tonight. That is, if you're a sure thing. Are you opposed to random sex with strangers?" His eyebrows shot up and I could tell he was trying to look serious.
"Yes, filthy boy."
"Filthy is right." Jakes sweet smile, the one he saved for me broke through, growing wide with an uncontainable energy. "We're doin' it, baby! There's a local TV station in the back, filming."
"Jake, that's great!" I set my nose to his chest and inhaled, letting his scent wash through me.
"You want to talk to them?"
My stomach balled up. Tight. "Hell no! Me? Why?" I pulled back just enough to meet his eyes.
The contours of his smooth face . . . his perfect lips, sharp jaw, silken eyes . . . they smiled at me, stealing my breath. He was beautiful even without the uncontrollable hair that I loved. Its' absence made him look older. I touched the thick silky stubble on the back of his head. He felt like a velvet teddy bear.
"No reason. Just thought I'd ask. Pierce got them here."
"He's been very busy. Is he here, now?" I looked around the dim club. "I don't see any triangular fins."
