My skin grows warm and I laugh a little when his fingers fumble over the strings. He sends me a look. “Still needs a bit of work.”
“Yeah,” I say faintly, thinking of how he kept staring at me Friday night. How he told me I looked good.
No. This isn’t about me. I’m sure I’m reading too much into this, as usual.
You’re a goddess
A woman divine
A siren
And now we’re entwined
Together
Wrapped up in my arms
Lost to your lips
Lost in your charms
I fill you and you cry out my name
It’s so fucking good
Life will never be the same
“This is the chorus.”
The prettiest I’ve ever seen you
Wishing you were with me
The prettiest I’ve ever seen you
Wishing I was the only one you see
“That wasn’t too dirty,” I tell him when he finishes.
“Oh, there’s more. I’m just not sharing it with you yet.” He frowns.
“Why not?”
“Still needs some work.” He sets the guitar to the side, leaning it against his bed. “What did you think?”
“It was—good,” I say.
His frown deepens. “Good? That’s it?”
“It was great,” I say softly. “I wish I knew who you were singing about.”
His gaze never strays from mine as he says, “That one girl who is completely unattainable.”
I wonder what this girl looks like. Who she is. He may say she’s made up, but I don’t know. I get the sense that she’s real, and I sort of hate her. Even though I don’t know her.
“We all want that one person we can’t have, right?” he asks when I still haven’t said anything.
“Yes,” I agree as I stare at his pretty face with longing. “We do.”