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Will we make it another day

Or will I give in to this ache?

Tali traced her fingers over the lyrics. “Jude...this makes me sad.”

Capturing her hand, I brought it to my lips. “Then flip it. Make it happier.”

She chewed on the corner of her lip, eyes moving back to the notebook, studying it while I studied her. Before Tali, I’d never been with a girl longer than a couple months. I hadn’t known what it was like to be so completely familiar with someone else’s face, but also desperately in awe. As she wrote in my notebook, I got caught up in the details of her. The arch of her dark eyebrows and the rounded curve of her jaw. The faint scar above her lip from a roller-skating fall. The subtle point of her ears. Her lips—holy shit, her lips. They were worthy of sonnets, not lowly rock songs.

She passed the notebook back to me. “Don’t laugh.”

The distance between us

Is only space and time

As long as I have my compass

And the way back to her clear in my mind

I wasn’t even slightly surprised Tali could write a song. I’d yet to find something she couldn’t do. It was what I loved about her, and it got my dick hard. Turned out, a capable woman who smashed obstacles was a giant fucking turn on.

I cupped the nape of her neck and pulled her against me, kissing her hard and fast. Wanting to take it farther, but wanting to write this song even more. For now.

“Give me the pencil, Stripes. I have words.”

She handed it over, and I scribbled beneath her lyrics.

Lost so long, I didn’t know how to be found

Wandering in circles, going ‘round and ‘round

I’ve seen the light, it’s in her eyes

She pulls me in, she’s become my guide

We’re tripping and sliding into forever

The road is long, the end is never

We kept writing, erasing lines, replacing them with better ones. Passing the notebook back and forth, laughing and kissing. It took us a couple hours, but we had a song. An entire song created by the two of us.

“When this wins a Grammy, I want my own statue,” she said.

“You joke, but this is solid gold, baby. When I get back to New York, I’m going to sit down with Seven and crank out a melody.”

She clasped her hands under her chin. “You have to Skype with me so I can watch.”

I grinned. “And hold veto power?”

She tipped her chin. “Obviously.”

“You hungry?”

Her hands went to her stomach, which had been growling for a while now. “Now that you mention it…but I thought we weren’t leaving the room?”

“Can’t have you keeling over from starvation. Gotta feed you.”

After throwing on some clothes, we wandered downstairs to the kitchen. The house was quieter than I was used to, but Ben was in Virginia visiting his family, and Tino had texted that he would be at Juan’s place, so he didn’t interrupt our “filthy, hot lovemaking.”

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