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“He invited me on tour this winter.”
“I wondered if that was what he was talking about on Instagram.”
She makes a face. “Ew, you saw that?”
I don’t respond and she sighs, using her spoon to chase down a maraschino cherry at the bottom of her dish.
“I told him no. I told Jenniferhell no.She wants me to try this apology tour first… I don’t know.” She shakes her head. “I don’t want to think about it right now. We were talking about sex,” she reminds me, exasperated. I choke on a chocolate peanut, and she laughs. “How’d you let me get so far off track?”
“Sorry?”
She gives an affected sigh. “Guess you’ll just have to make it up to me. After you let me make it up to you.”
Her words shoot right to my cock and her triumphant smirk tells me she knows it. Hell, she’s sexy.
“Dinner first?” I offer.
She presses her lips together, but I see the smile she’s hiding. “Can we take the bike?”
“So you like the bike?”
“I fuckinglovethe bike.”
“This weekend, then? I have late nights the rest of the week to make up for leaving town.”
“Where’d you go?”
“My cabin. Maybe I’ll show you sometime. It’s pretty rustic, though,” I warn her.
“Bed?”
“Yes.”
“Shower?”
“Lake?” I answer her question with another question.
Her eyes spark with interest. “A Harley and a cabin in the woods. Any other secrets you hiding in there?”
“I mean, you already know the dirt on my poetry account.”
“Oh, I know alllll the dirt.” She fans herself. “Okay, I need to get home. I have an interview with a radio station in the morning and a public apology to issue.”
It’s the middle of the night. I can’t sleep and I’m in my studio. Not my studio studio, but my office studio, in my loft.
The one no one knows about. Turns out I’ve been keeping a lot of things to myself. I don’t know why I haven’t toldpeople about the cabin or my bike or even this small one-room office recording booth.
Why so secretive?
Maybe I was just waiting to share myself with the right person. Or maybe I’m a coward.
I’ve been thinking about what Drake is asking and how Lorelai reacted. The way she said, “It’s your song, obviously. Like ‘Jonesin’.’”
It’s not just that Colter released my words and made money off them. Or that he continues to use it again and again to publicly court Lorelai. That’s all obnoxious, of course, but the worst thing is, it’s not even the real fucking song.
Drake never had the entire song. How could he? He didn’t write it, and after he released what he had, I didn’t want to correct him because the bridge was personal and there was a reason I didn’t share it. It was my confession. I was in love with my partner’s ex. My best friend. My soulmate. And I couldn’t tell her.
But she has a way of seeing all the things I don’t say and knowing all the things I don’t know, and maybe it’s time I claim “Jonesin’.” It’s too late to actually get credit. The song released years ago.
