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“So, what, this track is a land of make-believe or some shit?” Nodding, I do my best to toss him a megawatt grin. “Exactly. Out here, nothing has to exist. No fights. Just us. Just Taylor and Huckslee.” Like I wish it could be. “What do you say?”
‘the best way to predict the future is to create it together’ from Joe Echevarria
“Let’s just have tonight. Everything else can wait until tomorrow.”
“Midori Sour,” she says with a wink, green eyeshadow glittering. “It’s got Midori liqueur, vodka, lemon juice, lime juice, and seltzer.”
“I love it when you call me baby. I saw your light out here and had to follow because I’m a satellite.” “A satellite, huh?” He nods, wrapping his arms around me. “Yeah, and I fell out of orbit. Can’t have me doing that. So I came to you because that’s where we belong. In each other’s gravity.” A warmth spreads throughout my limbs at his words. I should try to get up. Really should. But laying on him like this feels too damn good. “If you’re a satellite, am I your moon?” “We’re just floating through space, getting closer and closer to the sun until we burn.”
“Please don’t go.” His arms crush me against his chest. “I’ve grown roots, and I can’t move. Don’t want to be here alone.” “Huckslee, come on.” Yet I’m still moving on top of him, my own dick straining against my sweats. “The forest has claimed me, my love. Let me be a tree. Or a weed.” My love. Fucking hell. “How about a sunflower.” I bite along his neck as his nails graze my back. “Like that Posty song you love.”
“You’re already in my soul. Now the outside just matches,”
Remember, we all wear masks, but it's the moments when they fall away that we find our true selves. Embrace those moments, no matter how terrifying they may be.
