Ceaseless

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again.
                   “Jay wasn’t that bad. He just started the night off asking another girl out while waiting on Pagan to arrive.  We walked up on it. Pagan handled it brilliantly and comi cally but he still look ed  like  an ass.”
                   Jay had asked someone else out? Did the guy not see what Pagan was wearing? Damn. I might not have to worry about this at all. He was an idiot. The last button on Pagan’s shirt came undone and she dropped it to the floor. I moved so that I could sink down on the bed and watch.
                   “She’s excited about  Friday  night. She won’t admit it but  I can tell ,” Miranda said ,  picking up Pagan’s discarded shirt and throwing it at her.
                   “You change your mind about guys in a band?” Gee asked. I wasn’t sure what she meant but I’d ask her as soon as she got out of here.
                   Pagan lifted one shoulder and I prayed by all that was holy that she’d take off that pink bra. This may be invading her privacy but I was Death ,  dammit .  I should get some privileges.  “I decided to not judge a book by its cover. Can’t hurt to give  Dank Walker a  chance .”
                   “He may want more than a  chance ,” Gee murmured for my ears only.
                   Pagan began to unbutton her skirt. Yes, please.
                   “I’m  gonna  go   shower. Y’all feel free to talk about me because I know you will,” Pagan informed them  and walked  into the bathroom just before her skirt slid down her legs and hit the floor. I was tempted to follow her in there ,  but  that would be  wrong. She would be furious if she knew. I glanced over at Gee who looked ready to crack up laughing at me.
                 
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 8 
 
Pagan
“ I stay  out of sight  and only whisper to you .
Words I can’t say. Words you don’t need to hear. Words I can’t keep from tangling my way.
Now, I can’t stand alone .  I can’t ignore what I’ve been shown.
You’ve claimed me and I don’t care who knows .  You’ve claimed me and I don’t care if it shows.
I’m weakened and I’m strengthened in your arms .
You’ve claimed me and I need to feel you close.
You stand wanting more than you could ever understand .
I stand  helpless,  needing to give in to your every command. Wanting to see you smile has consumed me and tied both my hands.
Nothing I offer could ever be worthy of your love .
It’s a  miracle  that you saw me and never ran .
I will spend my whole life trying to be the man you think I am.
Now, I can’t  stand-alone . Now, I am under your  influence .  I can’t ignore what I’ve been shown.
You’ve claimed me and I don’t care who knows .
You’ve claimed me and I don’t care if it shows .
I’m weakened and I’m strengthened in your arms .  You’ve claimed me and I need to feel you close.”
“You hold fire within your gaze .
It mesmerizes everyone you allow into your maze. I know nothing of your thoughts  but I need to bask within the warmth of your rays. Nothing you do could ever be wrong.   You’re forever perfect in every way.
Now, I can’t  stand-alone . Now, I am under your influence .
You’ve taken over me and  n ow, I can’t ignore what I’ve been shown. You’ve claimed me and I don’t care who knows .  You’ve claimed me and I don’t care if it shows.  I’m weakened and I’m strengthened in your arms.
You’ve claimed me and I need to feel you close.”
 
    The hauntingly sweet music played over and over again in the darkness. I couldn’t open my eyes but I wasn’t scared. I knew I was safe. The words soothed me and eventually I fell back into a deep sleep.  Bright blue eyes that glowed against the night were the last thing s  I remembered.
                   “GET UP! Y ou are like the sleeping dead . I swear.

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