Page 93 of You're The One
The opening guitar chords of a song I recognize but can’t immediately place drift through the room.
Mia hops off the counter and steps in front of me, slinging her arms around my neck.
I pull her close, resting my hands on the small of her back.
When the lyrics start—“August, honey, tasted sweeter with you”—I remember it.
“Interesting song choice,” I murmur into her ear as we sway slowly.
“You don’t know it? Or don’t like it?”
“August by flipturn. And I like it fine, it just doesn’t strike me as a happy song.”
“I’m surprised you’re a lyric listener. I wouldn’t have guessed… but we’ve already established I’ve been wrong about a few things regarding you.” She huffs a breathy laugh.
“Doesn’t everyone listen to lyrics?”
“I don’t know, I've always thought some peoplefeelmusic and others just enjoy it. Maybe that doesn’t make sense?—”
“It does.”
It’s actually a perfect way to frame it. Some people feel things more deeply, and Mia is definitely one of them. I am, too. Though I don’t usually like people to see that side.
Mia sings softly, running her fingers through the hair at the base of my skull.
“What do you think it means?” I ask, my lips skimming the skin just below her ear. “The lyrics, I mean.”
“The singer said it’s about a relationship that only worked out in August. In that month, everything was perfect and felt like it would last forever. But outside of it, everything fell apart.”
“Are you trying to tell me something? It is August.”
“I guess we’ll see, right…” she says, her voice soft with the smallest trace of uncertainty.
“Mmm,” I hum, singing along with the bridge. Determined to prove our story will last far past August.
Goosebumps rise on her skin, trailing from the curve of her neck to her collarbones. I follow them with my mouth, pressing slow kisses along their path.
“Dom,” she rasps.
I pull back enough to cradle her jaw with both hands and bring my lips down on hers.
A soft meld of skin. But so much more than that.
Just like my feelings, the kiss deepens—lips and tongues and teeth. A slow unraveling, and a sudden surge all at once.
I was right. The bitter chocolate tastes better off her tongue, softened by the sweet strawberry on her lips.
I never want it to end. I want more.
I want to savor the little things I’ve never had. Yet, I want to drown in it all.
I break the kiss, easing back enough to rest my forehead against hers. We breathe each other in and try to reorient.
“Why’d you stop?” she whispers.
“I’m trying to take my time with you.”
She lifts, and I automatically support under her thighs as her legs wrap around me. She kisses along my jaw until she reaches my ear. “What if I don’t want you to?”
