Author’s Note – Just another little moment that could appear in Book II. Because I was feeling shippy. ~ J
She shifted carefully, trying to make her head light since it was resting in the middle of his belly.
He reached out and smoothed her hair. “Do you need to move?”
“No, I like you being a pillow.” She turned on her side to face him and he squirmed almost imperceptibly. “Am I tickling?” she asked, purposely talking close to his skin.
He adjusted himself under her again and smirked. “Only when you’re trying.”
“Hey, turn that up.”
Ben grinned. “You like Social Distortion?”
“Is that who this is? I … I like the words.”
They listened quietly for a few moments.
How many times have you asked yourself?
Is this the hand of fate now that I’ve been dealt?
You’re so disillusioned this can’t be real
And you can’t stand now the way you feel
I don’t care about what they say
I won’t live or die that way
Tired of figuring out things on my own
Angel’s wings won’t you carry me home?
She sighed. “I feel like this guy must know you.”
Ben smiled down at her. She was achingly lovely with her curly hair spilled over his bare stomach. It was so nice to be alone for a few hours. “I guess maybe he does. After a fashion. That dude. His name’s Mike Ness. We’ve both been through some shit. I like him. I visited him sometimes, back when I could just be a spirit.”
“Does he know that?”
Ben blushed. “Of course not. I don’t … Not unless somebody summons me. His music though … You’re right. I feel like he knows me.”
I triumphed in the face of adversity
And I became the man I never thought I’d be
And now my biggest challenge, a thing called love
I guess I’m not as tough as I thought I was
I don’t care about what they say
I wanna marry you someday
When I wake up, it’s a brand new day
Angel’s wings gonna carry us away
“Even that stuff?” she smiled. He was blushing furiously.
He swallowed hard. That was a direct question and it wasn’t one he could deflect. It cut him too deeply. “Especially that stuff.”
“You’d marry me if you could?”
“In a heartbeat,” His face was so hot it hurt. “I really would.”
She clasped his hand, the ring he’d made for her birthday, his promise for their page in that long boring book they’d first claimed on prom night, highly visible.
“Me, too.”
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All lyrics belong to the unbelievably talented band Social Distortion and if you don’t already listen to them, go do it, now. Ben says so.
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