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Authors: Jessica Sorensen
Tags: Romance, Contemporary
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idiot when my skin burns hotter, “to see you like … that.”
Instead of tugging the shirt down to cover up, she leaves the fabric up and bites on her bottom lip. “Good distracting?”
Her bluntness shouldn’t surprise me—this is Lyric—yet I am. I’m stupidly surprised to the point that I just gape at her. She stares back, thoroughly amused.
What I wouldn’t give to be like Lyric.
So at ease with life.
So comfortable in my own skin.
I sneak another peek at her chest then face the steering wheel and open my texts, even though I have no messages. “Of course it’s a good distraction. You’re gorgeous.” My voice is low and husky in a way it’s never been before.
Lyric is breathing so ravenously I expect her to say something dramatic and sexual. She never utters a word, though. When I finally look up at her again, her shirt is on, and she’s putting her hair up.
“You ready to get this show on the road?” she asks coolly.
I nod and open the door, the cool air sweeping in and swirling around the cab, adding fog to the already fogged up windows.
“Wait. What about you?” She points at my black jeans, T-shirt, and combat boots. “Aren’t you going to change, too?”
“Into what? Tight yoga pants?” I crack a smile for the first time today, but it still takes a lot of effort.
“Hey, you might look good in them with that cute, little butt of yours.” She extends her hand toward me to pinch my ass, but I jump out of the car. She hops out, too, laughing her ass off as she shuts the door. “You should have seen the look on your face. It was adorable.”
“And what would you have done if I hadn’t moved?”
She skips around the front of the car and snatches hold of my hand. “Um, totally copped a feel and I’d have been damn proud of it.”
I roll my tongue along my teeth as a massive grin threatens to reveal itself. There are times when I wish I could spend every waking hour with Lyric. I’d smile a hell of a lot more and be way less depressed.
“You’re blushing,” she teases, moving in front of me and walking backwards without releasing my hand. “It’s cute.”
“No, I’m not.” A lie. My cheeks are blazing hotter than the sun.
“Okay, if you say so.” She turns back around and walks beside me, gazing up at the blue sky, musing over something.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask as we approach the back entrance of the building.
Her fingers wrap around the door handle. “Nothing.” Her head tilts to the side and I can see wheels turning in her head. “It’s just that…” Without warning, she reaches around and pinches my ass.
“Shit.” I skitter back, my fingers falling from hers.
“Ha! Don’t pretend you didn’t like that.” She yanks the door open and scurries inside, laughing.
I did like it. And I didn’t like. I’m conflicted. Confused. Dizzy. Sick.
There’s been so much touching today.
So much happening…
So much going on…
So much stress…
I think it might have been too much…
Too overwhelming of a day…
Something’s wrong. I gasp for air as I shove the door shut, remaining outside, hoping Lyric won’t see me like this.
My chest compresses, suffocating me. My vision gets spotty, and my surroundings are growing blurry. My bones ache, feeling as though they’re going to collapse.
A young mother with children,
dancing on her grave.
Every day a battle,
never to be saved.
She can barely keep her head,
let alone her children fed
as she battles the monster
living inside her,
pushing her deeper into insanity.
She hangs on the edge
about to tumble into an abyss,
never to see daylight again.
Her skin cracks apart.
Her heart bleeds and rots.
She doesn’t want this.
She wants to be saved.
Taken away.
That’s what they promise
Instead of tugging the shirt down to cover up, she leaves the fabric up and bites on her bottom lip. “Good distracting?”
Her bluntness shouldn’t surprise me—this is Lyric—yet I am. I’m stupidly surprised to the point that I just gape at her. She stares back, thoroughly amused.
What I wouldn’t give to be like Lyric.
So at ease with life.
So comfortable in my own skin.
I sneak another peek at her chest then face the steering wheel and open my texts, even though I have no messages. “Of course it’s a good distraction. You’re gorgeous.” My voice is low and husky in a way it’s never been before.
Lyric is breathing so ravenously I expect her to say something dramatic and sexual. She never utters a word, though. When I finally look up at her again, her shirt is on, and she’s putting her hair up.
“You ready to get this show on the road?” she asks coolly.
I nod and open the door, the cool air sweeping in and swirling around the cab, adding fog to the already fogged up windows.
“Wait. What about you?” She points at my black jeans, T-shirt, and combat boots. “Aren’t you going to change, too?”
“Into what? Tight yoga pants?” I crack a smile for the first time today, but it still takes a lot of effort.
“Hey, you might look good in them with that cute, little butt of yours.” She extends her hand toward me to pinch my ass, but I jump out of the car. She hops out, too, laughing her ass off as she shuts the door. “You should have seen the look on your face. It was adorable.”
“And what would you have done if I hadn’t moved?”
She skips around the front of the car and snatches hold of my hand. “Um, totally copped a feel and I’d have been damn proud of it.”
I roll my tongue along my teeth as a massive grin threatens to reveal itself. There are times when I wish I could spend every waking hour with Lyric. I’d smile a hell of a lot more and be way less depressed.
“You’re blushing,” she teases, moving in front of me and walking backwards without releasing my hand. “It’s cute.”
“No, I’m not.” A lie. My cheeks are blazing hotter than the sun.
“Okay, if you say so.” She turns back around and walks beside me, gazing up at the blue sky, musing over something.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask as we approach the back entrance of the building.
Her fingers wrap around the door handle. “Nothing.” Her head tilts to the side and I can see wheels turning in her head. “It’s just that…” Without warning, she reaches around and pinches my ass.
“Shit.” I skitter back, my fingers falling from hers.
“Ha! Don’t pretend you didn’t like that.” She yanks the door open and scurries inside, laughing.
I did like it. And I didn’t like. I’m conflicted. Confused. Dizzy. Sick.
There’s been so much touching today.
So much happening…
So much going on…
So much stress…
I think it might have been too much…
Too overwhelming of a day…
Something’s wrong. I gasp for air as I shove the door shut, remaining outside, hoping Lyric won’t see me like this.
My chest compresses, suffocating me. My vision gets spotty, and my surroundings are growing blurry. My bones ache, feeling as though they’re going to collapse.
A young mother with children,
dancing on her grave.
Every day a battle,
never to be saved.
She can barely keep her head,
let alone her children fed
as she battles the monster
living inside her,
pushing her deeper into insanity.
She hangs on the edge
about to tumble into an abyss,
never to see daylight again.
Her skin cracks apart.
Her heart bleeds and rots.
She doesn’t want this.
She wants to be saved.
Taken away.
That’s what they promise
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