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“Lick it up.” he says, still catching his breath.
He holds out his hand in front of my face and I oblige, holding onto his wrist as I stare into his eyes and obey.
The musky flavor of him bursts across my tongue, and while this is hot, I know it’s his way of taking his power back. His way of proving that despite that stunt back there, he’s still the one in charge.
I can only hope that one day, that won’t be the case anymore.
Waking up to Echo in my bed is an image I don’t take for granted.
I watch him sleep for a moment, trying my best to take a snapshot. Memorize this moment to look back on. I pray that one day this will be an everyday occurrence and not something to hold onto.
Even if that never happens, I’ll always have this. His curled eyelashes fanning over flushed cheeks. Plush, pink lips slightly parted as he snores gently. His fluffy brown hair resting against my satin pillowcase.
After we had sex in the music room, he came upstairs with me to shower— separately. It’s one of Echo’s Rules. But he claims the shower in my en suit is the best.
We took our respective showers, and I was surprised to see that he hadn’t immediately left after mine. I was even more surprised when he initiated sex again after that.
I felt like I won the damn lottery last night. As lucky as the nickname Echo gave me a few years ago. Actually lucky.
I wish that stupid fucking article was never written. When Cozi and I’s relationship went public an article was released naming me the “luckiest musician” at the time. Citing our recent explosion to success and me dating Cozi as the reason, since her family is well known.
The nickname was born shortly after. It stings every time the word leaves his lips, and that’s the point. I don’t blame him for wanting to hurt me. Trying to make things even. I don’t blame him at all.
It’s funny how during that time it felt like I couldn’t go anywhere without seeing my name, but now I’m the least relevant member of the band. After the excitement of an unknown drummer from a new famous band dating a socialite wore off, I was nothing more than her boyfriend who happened to be in Fool’s Errand, and I’ve only become more irrelevant since we broke up.
I guess I was lucky; That Cozi and I had been connected by our teams. And that the arrangement happened to workout for both of us.
She wanted to break into music, and I was the only available member of the “hot new band” Fool’s Errand. Not the only single member. We all were. But I guess they wanted me.
I was the perfect option, for whatever reason. It was kismet, the way everything fell into place. Cozi being demi and me being gay was just a bonus.
She came out to me first. I waited a year into our relationship to utter the words. The relief I felt when I told her makes me less worried for the amount of times I’ll have to do it in the future.
I hope Echo will give me the chance one day to explain. He doesn’t have to forgive me, but I’d like him to know the truth. I can only imagine what conclusions he’s jumped to over time.
It makes my heart ache to know I’m the cause of any pain he’s held onto. I’ll never forgive myself. Even if I earn his forgiveness, I’ll never earn mine.
I head down to my kitchen. I don’t have much for breakfast, but I have the stuff to make pancakes from scratch. It might be dumb, but I’m trying my best here, and if I can appeal to Echo through his sweet tooth, I’m sure as hell gonna try.
After combining ingredients, I get to work. I’m so in the flow of cooking I don’t notice Echo entering the kitchen.
“What are you doing?” he says softly, voice scratchy from sleep as he rubs his eyes.
“AH!”
Echo startling me startles him, he jumps, eyes wide.
“What the hell?!” he shouts.
“I’m sorry,” I say, catching my breath, “I didn’t hear you come in, I’m making pancakes.”
He approaches slowly, eyeing me warily like he’s afraid I’ll shout again. He looks down at the pan and looks back up to see the plate of already finished pancakes.
I might have went a little overboard.
“There’s fruit. And syrup.” I say, tilting my head toward the aforementioned items.
He makes his plate and sits to eat while I finish cooking. He’s on his third plate when I sit down to join him.
