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Nicolette
I’m not sure what is up with Kris, but when he touched me the way he did, my entire body felt like I was hit with a lightning bolt. I’ve not said much, mostly just nodding and turning to where Kris tells me to. My head is all over the place. I stopped the kiss, but the thing is, I wanted him to kiss me, anyway. I wanted him to make me melt. Wanted to feel his hands roam my body.
Kris guides me straight to Sevier Park in Nashville. I played here a couple times but spent most of my time inside as a child. When we get out, I stretch, looking around. It didn’t take long to get here, but I’m unsure what to do. I thought we were awkward when he told me I had his sister’s heart. Fuck, that has nothing on this.
“Can I help carry something?” I feel the need to be helpful.
“Sure, drinks or sandwiches and fries?” He smiles, holding up the bag and the drink tray.
I take the drinks from him. “I’m going to assume you have a spot that you like the most?”
I watch as he grabs a blanket roll from the back of the truck bed trunk and nods. “Yeah, it’s by the water and a stone's throw from the swings. I kind of have a thing for them.”
“So, what made you decide to get plastered before noon?”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.” He leads me down a little worn path and then to a quiet spot near the running creek before laying out the big fuzzy blanket.
“It obviously did. Did you konk your head or something? Did Pierce say something stupid? I’m assuming he left me and came to you.”
He sorta groans, then sits patting the space next to him. “I read your old contract.”
“Which is now null and void. Right? I mean, Starling, let me go.”
“Yeah, it is. It’s just that some stuff should have been handled better.”
“I told Pop I didn’t want him working for me anymore.”
His eyes lift in surprise. “How’d he take that?”
“Did you see him at the house? He got pissed, screamed, and cursed a bit. What can I say? My temper had to come from somewhere.”
Handing me half the sandwich, he smiles softly but doesn't say anything.
“Why are you always feeding me?”
“It’s a throwback, I suppose. My mom always said food brings people together. It gives us an excuse to pause and maybe even share and talk. So share and talk.” He holds up the loaded fries.
Here I sit with a sandwich in one hand as I lean on the other. I shrug and take the fry with my mouth.
Kris laughs. “That was attractive.”
“It wasn’t, but it also wasn’t supposed to be. I was taught more manners. I just don’t always use them.” I shake my head. “So, tonight, do you have any songs I should be singing?”
He nods, chewing back a bite. “I was think—”
“Kristopher?” We’re interrupted by an older gentleman with tattoos up his arms and a beard that makes me think of this band Pop listens to.
Kris turns his head and wipes his hands to shake the guys. “Pastor Malcolm—it’s nice to see you.” He smiles.
“You as well, Kristopher.” His eyes float to me curiously.
“This is Nicolette Barrett. I’m working on her sound with her.”
“I know. I was at Curb Stomp the other night.” The Pastor smiles, shaking my hand. “You have a lovely voice, but if you want to hit the God notes, you should come and see us some Sunday.”
“Thank you so much, Sir. I uh—I don’t really go to church. Thank you for the offer, though.”
