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I reach for my guitar with one hand, stepping back from her as I sling the strap over my shoulders. Reaching behind, I flick the lights off until just the moon through the big picture window is the only thing letting us see.
She’s shaking, her breath hitching in her throat as I step to her again and slowly turn her so that she’s facing away from me, out to the ocean.
“Ownyour voice, Melody,” I murmur into her ear. “Because it’s fuckingyours.”
Her shoulder shake as she starts to quietly cry.
“Ownit.”
My fingers find the chord patterns on the neck of the guitar. I lean down to put my lips right by her ear.
“Don’t sing for me. Don’t fucking sing to prove anything. Sing for you, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Sing foryou.”
My fingers strum out the chords of the verse, finding the tempo as I watch her back. Her shoulders stiffen, and then shake. And then rise and fall with her deep breath as she brings a hand up to wipe the tears from her eyes.
And then slowly, I hear it.
She hums the third line of the verse, and then the start of the fourth before suddenly, words tumble out. My jaw tightens, my eyes locked on her as the emotion builds. As the tension swells, and as the music crescendos into the chorus. And just as I hit that first chord…
An angel opens her mouth, and fucking sings down heaven.
“There’s a song in my ear, there’s a hope that you’re near,
When I’m lost on the rocks and I’m sinking
When the boats goin’ down, all I’m thinkin’,
Is the melody you sang to me to sleep…
Is the one pulling me down to the deep.”
She makes it through the chorus twice before she breaks. She turns to me, tears pouring down her face.
But she’s smiling.
Sobbing, smiling.
Free.
The guitar slings off my back onto a stand as I slam into her, my hand cupping her face as my lips sear to hers.
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Melody
It’sthe sensation of weight falling from my shoulders. Of air filing my lungs for the first time in longer than I can remember.
Of freedom.
And yet even through the tears of pure joy streaking down my face, and the feeling of walls crashing down around me, kissing him ignites something even more powerful inside of me. His hands on me unlock something I buried deep, alongside my voice when it was silenced.
Raw, unbridleddesire.
Because it’s not just my voice that’s ripping free of a cage. It’s aneedthat surges so suddenly and so explosively inside of me that it’s almost hard to breathe. It consumes me like fire until I’m attacking his mouth with ferocity that almost scares me.
But with him, I’m unafraid. With him, touch becomes pleasure, not a weapon. Intimacy becomes something I crave instead of fear.
I’ve had his hands on me. I’ve drowned in the sin of his mouth.
