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shuddered at the intensity of this new touch that
somehow felt right and familiar. Like coming home to a place I’d
never been. My insides throbbed. I needed more than his lips. Then,
his hands explored me: creating new planes over my body. New
sensations that made my breath catch. When I started breathing
again, I was suddenly desperate, possessed, and wanting things I
never knew I could. As he whispered my name, those talented fingers
that had sexily strummed his guitar, slithered over me. I bit my
lip and squirmed at the deep, dark ache left in the
wake.
    Glorious shivers washed through me
when Jake said my name, connecting our bodies in the most intimate
way. There was no pain, only my souls’ recognition of its mate: my
Jake and his breath, this song his body was singing to me. The
rhythm of his heartbeat and my breath conjoined in kisses. Our
hearts crashed like waves, mingling in a passionate sea as the
chaise lounge began to creak. It was a beautifully violent
march—harsh and slow, building into a grating that scraped over the
concrete of the pool area.
    My feelings, the sounds made me
smile.
    Jake’s fingers knotted in my hair,
drawing my attention to his off-centered gaze. His gaze burned so
bright through the dark, that I could see the multihued hazel in
them, but only half of his pupils. His hair fell
forward—disheveled, the roots tinged with sweat—and the volcanic
heat that poured from those fiery orbs commanded me to take what he
gave, while the way he moved promised I would love it. The way his
bottom lip curved up under his teeth as his eyes pleasurably rolled
back made me want to beg him to never stop. Whatever he was
feeling, I never wanted it to end. I wanted to watch him like that
forever.
    His passion shocked to my core. A
sudden ripple shot through me, from the very center of my being,
out to my fingertips: it was a liquefying cadence, beating from the
heart of every cell in my body. It made me want to scream and cry
his name, but my breath was gone.
    I melted into him, took on his shape
as he held me closer, curling my head into his chest as he relaxed
against me; his heart beating loud against my ear. When he fell
beside me, I still felt his pulse racing, heard his labored
breathing. Jake laid an arm under my head and wrapped another
around my waist, pulling me against him.
    “Happy Birthday, baby.” He whispered,
landing a trail of kisses from my forehead to my mouth.
    The tingling ease that filled me
disappeared. Suddenly hollowed out, I hid my face in the crook of
his neck, kicking and cringing internally for listening to Avery.
After what we’d just done, how was I going to tell him I lied? I
shoved the unpleasant question into the proverbial box and locked
it away, deciding I’d deal with it another time. And moved closer,
clinging to the rapidly fading sweetness of the moment.
    All it took was a little time, a lot
of Jake, and I felt like a different person.
    We made our way back to his
motel room and slipped into a pallet on the floor. The lights were
out, but Jake turned on a lamp and set it beside us on the rug.
Avery was asleep in the far corner of the room, tucked into a tight
ball on the extra wide chair. Jake pulled a tablet from his nearby
duffle bag and began writing .
    Then, he wrote a song for
me. He called it my birthday present. I
tried to refuse, but he looked so disappointed, saying I needed my
own song, that I deserved it because I was his friend first. The
guilt I had tucked away reared up, but I didn’t know how or where
to start and kept my mouth shut as Jake called me loyal; because I
never let them put me on a guest list, even though sometimes it was
hard to pay for my ticket, even though going to see them play
sometimes meant I had to hitchhike. But the band wasn’t with a
label and what kind of fan would I be if I didn’t show my
support?
    In its’ original form my
song, oddly titled Eve , was heavy and lurid. Sweet passion wrapped in a dirty
melody. And the