“Jaxon, I chose this song for you. It’s powerful, passionate, and moving, and I want to feel that energy emanating from every pore on your body.” “Okay, well, Bart’s already gone, so—” He grips the back of my shirt, hauling me back in line the moment I step out of it. “Emanating.” I gulp. Nod. “Emanating.” He squeezes in beside me, closing his eyes, breathing deeply. “Showtime, Bitches.” Hey, remember a minute ago when I said there was no way in hell I’d regret this decision? Yeah, that was before the screen before us lights up, and the lyrics to “Unwritten” by Natasha Bedingfield start
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