singing...
“ Since
I lost you/I've never known
how
to feel anything but alone
Since
you're gone – all I can see
An
empty road in front of me...”
His
voice grew ragged and rough with his tears; he closed his eyes and kept on
playing.
“ I
can't see the rest of it through
knowing
I'm living without you
One
year today – and it's still not real
One
year today – I cannot heal...”
He
stopped playing, and in a fury pushed his guitar to the floor. It clattered
loudly – and I stepped back, embarrassed. I didn't want him to know I'd seen
him like this. Better to spend the night in my car...
I
tiptoed backwards towards the door, hoping I wouldn't disturb him. Maybe if I
just knocked again, more loudly, he'd think I'd just arrived. I waited a few
minutes before I cleared my throat loudly and knocked again at the front door.
This
time all the lights were off. He must have gone to sleep. But I couldn't wait
any longer. Already I was hazy on my feet, half-asleep with exhaustion. I
needed to get some sleep – I was dead tired and I needed to be in top form for
tomorrow. I crept back into his bedroom, praying that I'd be able to wake him
up without touching him.
I
stumbled my way towards him, not able to see much except in the darken room
except the outline of his bed and him in it. “Danny...” I whispered. “Danny,
wake up...”
I
caught sight of his towel on the floor near his bed, almost tripping on it – he
must have gone to bed completely naked. The thought filled me with a mixture of
embarrassment and desire, remembering what I had seen of him just moments
before. “Danny...”
I
didn't want to do this, but I didn't have a choice. I reached out to touch him,
tapping his shoulder. “Danny, I'm really sorry, but...”
He
groaned lightly. “You...” he murmured. “I've been missing you...”
My
heart skipped a beat. Danny Blue had missed me.
He
reached out and pulled me to him. “You feel so soft,” he murmured, resting his
head against my stomach. “You smell so good....”
“Danny,
wake...”
I
wanted to say something, but no sooner had I opened my mouth than he pulled me
onto the bed and stopped it with a kiss. Instantly my mind went blank – the
touch was electric, overwhelming. The smell of him was intoxicating.
Nobody
in the band, Neve...
But
feeling Danny Blue with his arms around me was too good to resist. I couldn't
push him away now. So – he'd wanted me, too. As much as I had wanted him. It
had felt right...in my sleep-deprived state I was no longer sure whether I was
asleep or awake. All I knew was that his lips tasted so good on mine. I'd
wanted him for so long. And he wanted me too.
He
threw an arm across my body, pinning me in place.
“Danny...”
I tried to say. “I need your keys...” But I was so tired, so sleepy, that the
words wouldn't come. Before I knew it, I was asleep in his arms, his naked body
warm and sweaty against my own.
I
woke up to the light streaming in through the window, and the smell of the
salty sea air. Where was I? And then I remembered. I was in Danny's bed
– we'd kissed – we'd fallen asleep side by side. I looked over at him – he'd
turned away from me in the middle of the night, his hair tousled with sleep,
his long dark lashes fanned out on his chiseled cheekbones. Even in sleep he
looked beautiful, like a fallen angel – his face strangely vulnerable
“ Since
I lost you/I've never known
how
to feel anything but alone
Since
you're gone – all I can see
An
empty road in front of me...”
His
voice grew ragged and rough with his tears; he closed his eyes and kept on
playing.
“ I
can't see the rest of it through
knowing
I'm living without you
One
year today – and it's still not real
One
year today – I cannot heal...”
He
stopped playing, and in a fury pushed his guitar to the floor. It clattered
loudly – and I stepped back, embarrassed. I didn't want him to know I'd seen
him like this. Better to spend the night in my car...
I
tiptoed backwards towards the door, hoping I wouldn't disturb him. Maybe if I
just knocked again, more loudly, he'd think I'd just arrived. I waited a few
minutes before I cleared my throat loudly and knocked again at the front door.
This
time all the lights were off. He must have gone to sleep. But I couldn't wait
any longer. Already I was hazy on my feet, half-asleep with exhaustion. I
needed to get some sleep – I was dead tired and I needed to be in top form for
tomorrow. I crept back into his bedroom, praying that I'd be able to wake him
up without touching him.
I
stumbled my way towards him, not able to see much except in the darken room
except the outline of his bed and him in it. “Danny...” I whispered. “Danny,
wake up...”
I
caught sight of his towel on the floor near his bed, almost tripping on it – he
must have gone to bed completely naked. The thought filled me with a mixture of
embarrassment and desire, remembering what I had seen of him just moments
before. “Danny...”
I
didn't want to do this, but I didn't have a choice. I reached out to touch him,
tapping his shoulder. “Danny, I'm really sorry, but...”
He
groaned lightly. “You...” he murmured. “I've been missing you...”
My
heart skipped a beat. Danny Blue had missed me.
He
reached out and pulled me to him. “You feel so soft,” he murmured, resting his
head against my stomach. “You smell so good....”
“Danny,
wake...”
I
wanted to say something, but no sooner had I opened my mouth than he pulled me
onto the bed and stopped it with a kiss. Instantly my mind went blank – the
touch was electric, overwhelming. The smell of him was intoxicating.
Nobody
in the band, Neve...
But
feeling Danny Blue with his arms around me was too good to resist. I couldn't
push him away now. So – he'd wanted me, too. As much as I had wanted him. It
had felt right...in my sleep-deprived state I was no longer sure whether I was
asleep or awake. All I knew was that his lips tasted so good on mine. I'd
wanted him for so long. And he wanted me too.
He
threw an arm across my body, pinning me in place.
“Danny...”
I tried to say. “I need your keys...” But I was so tired, so sleepy, that the
words wouldn't come. Before I knew it, I was asleep in his arms, his naked body
warm and sweaty against my own.
I
woke up to the light streaming in through the window, and the smell of the
salty sea air. Where was I? And then I remembered. I was in Danny's bed
– we'd kissed – we'd fallen asleep side by side. I looked over at him – he'd
turned away from me in the middle of the night, his hair tousled with sleep,
his long dark lashes fanned out on his chiseled cheekbones. Even in sleep he
looked beautiful, like a fallen angel – his face strangely vulnerable
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