Not Another Love Song

by Julie Soto

If he admitted that entire symphonies had unfurled in his mind when they played together… It felt like the music wouldn’t be his anymore.

He didn’t need Gwen, he just wanted her. And he reminded himself that that was the difference.

“But, Gwen, please make music with me. I need you in my life. I need to be in your orbit in some way, and if you don’t want me to touch you and kiss you and fuck you, then let me make love to you onstage every night because it’s the most alive I’ve felt in ten years—”