I peer down at the lyric from Purple Haze scrawled in elegant black cursive on the left side of his rib cage. The one about kissing the sky. I can’t help but touch it. “That’s my song.” Amusement lights his face. “It’s Hendrix’s song.” My heart beats like a drum as I trace it with my finger. “Out of all the lines you could have gone with…you chose the one with my name.”
