Page 68 of Feuds and Interludes
But what if I do something rash
With this emotional whiplash
Will you follow me down
and follow me in
whatever the flesh
whatever the sin
You’re so close I want more
Don’t ever shut the door
Let’s do something rash
In this emotional whiplash
“You ready?” Boone shut the door behind him and handed me a bottle of water as I slid my phone back in my pocket.
“Ready,” I said, but I meant way more than singing a song with him. I wanted to take leaps I thought I’d never make with another person after the last two men I’d loved let me fall.
I was ready to take Boone into my arms, into my home, into my life, and never let him go. I was falling wildly in love with this vulnerable fucking sprite who could turn on the seduction with a flick of his hair and force me to my knees with the quirk of hislips. He was magical like the fucking fae in a fantasy book, and I had no defense against the influence he had on me. I didn’t want to fight it, even though my head was telling me to slow the fuck down, dial it back a notch.
He took a sip of water and his lips on the bottle were almost my undoing. I pulled him against me, and he chuckled as he dribbled a little water on my shirt.
“Oops.”
“Boone, I?—”
“You guys ready?” Morrison cut in. “Want to take it from the top, Boone? Or just that part?”
“Give us a minute,” Boone said into the mic. “Want to try without music first?”
“You tell me where you want me,” I said.
He wiggled his eyebrows and then he got serious. “Go where you want,” he said. He cleared his throat and he sang the part. I focused on reading the lyrics the first time, then I hummed along with him. The third time, I came in under him.
The fourth time he sang it, I pushed myself and managed to climb higher than him.
“Holy shit, Shane!” Leland shouted, while Morrison tossed his headphones to the side, grabbed his head and stomped around the control room shouting, “Fuck yeah, fuck yeah, fuck yeah!”
Boone pressed his hands to his mouth and laughed. “Goddammit, Butler. That was fuckinghot!”
I tried to play it off. I hadn’t been sure I could even hit those notes. I couldn’t believe I’d tried it in front of Boone.
“I’m not even sure what I did,” I laughed. “Which one did you like best?”
“All of it! Fucking hell! More! Can we do it both ways and you can like wrap him all around me like a fuzzy blanket, with a little phaser on top?”
“On it!”
“I could kiss you right now,” Boone said to me. “I love the way we sound together.”
I loved the way weweretogether.
“Who’d a thunk?” I said with a laugh.
