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DAMIR
“ColorBlind” by Counting Crows
Present
She loves music.
I never really understood why she always played the same song over and over. But she does, and I let her. I like it when she hums along, it’s quiet and calm, it sounds soft, like she’s healing, or at least pretending to.
Not that I know what kind of healing she’s going through. I wish I did. I wish I knew how to help. I wish I understood why she clings to these old songs like it’s her last piece of oxygen.
Like if she lets go, she’ll drown.
The funny thing is, the music’s good.Reallygood.
Colorblindplays through the old TV’s busted speakers, the sound warps a little every time the volume dips, like it’s gasping.
She leans into it, eyes closed, mouth on mine. Soft. Sensual. Perfect. And for a moment, she’s somewhere else. And she’s taking me with her.
Somewhere safer. Somewhere I’ll never be able to follow entirely.
Her fingers clenched in my shirt. Her tongue dances with mine. And my hands slipped under hers, no bra. Only her, in that thin tee, warm and soft. I groaned quietly against her lips.
She smirked. “You okay there?”
“I just remembered,” I murmured against her jaw, “I can finally touch you however the fuck I want.”
Her lips curved, eyes half-lidded. “Round two?”
“Three,” I corrected, hands already on her thighs. “Or four. Whatever round it is. I need more.”
She laughed giddy, breathy and tugged her shirt off over her head like she’d done it for the hundredth time in front of me. Confident. Casual. Sexy as hell.
And I… stared.
The scars, the ink, the bruises that hadn’t yet faded, all of it.
I picked her up toward the kitchen, stupidly smiling.
She blinked at me, “Seriously? The kitchen?”
I smirked, pressing between her legs, my hands already roaming. “Why not?”
She glanced down at herself, wearing only my oversized shirt, no bra, no panties and she shrugged. “You’re lucky I didn’t put pants on.”
I leaned in, mouth brushing her jaw. “So fucking lucky…”
She squinted at me with mock suspicion, but her legs tightened around my hips.
“Manhandling me now?” she murmured.
“Turning you on?” I shot back, head tilted toward her face.
Her eyes narrowed, but a smile played on her lips. “No...”
I slid my tongue over her neck and smiled back. “You’re such a dirty little liar. Then why’s my arm soaked?”
