I never thought it would come to this…
I tried, God knows I tried to stay away from her but eventually I crossed that line and broke that trust. I could no longer go back and I sure as fuck didn’t regret a single moment of it. I knew there would be hell to pay, I knew the wrath I’d be facing but I would willingly take the burns and scars just to have the love of my best friend’s sister.
If there is one person I’d willingly go to hell and back for it was…
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senses, but that wasn’t what made the hair at the end of my arms stand at
attention. I closed my eyes needing to check my emotions and the thoughts that
attacked my mind at rapid speed.
recognize it anywhere. No one could play like she could.
hard and the shame engulfing me almost simultaneously. Metallica’s lyrics of
Nothing Else Matters took me back to another time, another place, where I
pretended that she was mine…
I didn’t have to. She was engrained in my mind. In my heart. In my soul.
the strings of her guitar and her voice. The guitar solo followed making the
crowd scream and cheer for her talent. Her energy was fucking contagious, it
always had been. I felt it all around me even though I still hadn’t opened my
eyes to take her in. I knew she was biting her fucking lip, it didn’t matter
how many damn times I told her she was going to bite it off. I’d memorized the
feel of her lips against my mouth the way I’d take that same goddamn lip and
bite on it myself.
song ended and the crowd went even more wild and ravenous for her.
shook my head with a smile I didn’t bother trying to hide.
fuckin’ South!” she yelled in the same southern drawl she hated as a child.
be back, I promise! In the meantime buy me a fuckin’ shot! My name’s Kid.”
chest seized and she literally took my goddamn breath away. Wearing short daisy
dukes and a miniscule shirt that had “Whiskey Makes Me Frisky” written across
her breasts. The damn thing looked like it was as old as me. Her entire stomach
bare, her belly button now pierced and her long dark hair cascading down her
back, almost touching her ass. The tiny frame that I fucking loved was still
the same, but she looked grown up. Older. Her legs, her fucking legs. I
remembered them wrapped around me and I had to shake my head to erase the
images that had my cock hard and my heart heavy.