Ceaseless (Existence Trilogy #3)(50)

I didn’t understand most of what he’d just said. Looking up at Dank I watched him nod. ‘Thank you.”

A swift breeze and then he was gone. I looked back at the bed—my body was gone, too.

Dank

“I’m gone or at least my body is gone,” Pagan said in a hushed whisper.

Yes, her human body was gone. She would no longer need it. “Did you understand what he just said?”

Pagan began to nod her head then she shook it then she shrugged, “Maybe a little.”

I laughed and bent down to kiss her forehead. “You will appear as I do. Miranda is about to walk through that door in a panic looking for you. She will see you. Nothing about you looks different to her. Only I can tell that you are no longer human. “

“So I’m like you now?”

The door swung open and Miranda came running in and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Pagan. “Pagan! You’re alive. You’re here. Thank God. Jay said you’d been hit by a car and that the paramedics came and then there was this commotion and then you were gone. Everyone is looking for you. We have to let them know you’re alive.” Miranda choked on a sob and threw her arms around Pagan. “I couldn’t lose you too. I lost Wyatt, I can’t lose you.”

My eyes met Pagan’s over Miranda’s shoulder and a smile tilted up the corners of her lips. We’d done it. Pagan didn’t have to give up her life and I didn’t have to give up Pagan.

“You won’t ever lose me. I can promise you that,” Pagan replied and winked at me before pulling back and squeezing Miranda’s shoulders. “It’s okay. I don’t remember walking back here but I did. Dank found me. I think I may possibly have had a concussion but I’m fine now. Really.

Miranda nodded and kissed her cheek, “I love you, Pagan.”

Pagan laughed, “I love you too.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Pagan

The security guard at tonight’s club led me back to the room where Dank was waiting for me. The whole just-appearing-in-places thing was a lesson that Dank had yet to teach me. I always panicked at the last minute and ended up random places like service station restrooms or the milk aisle of grocery stores. I was providing Dank with endless entertainment with all my trials and errors.

The guard stopped in front of a door marked private and knocked once, then opened the door and stepped aside to let me enter. The room was similar to most of the rooms provided for him by the venues where Cold Soul played. There was a bar with drinks and bottles of water, and large sofas and chairs for seating. The walls of this one was lined with mirrors.

Dank was reclining on the couch, but stood and walked over to me as the man closed the door behind me. “What took you so long?” he asked with a grin on his perfect face.

“Miranda and Nathan had a make-up session in our room and I wasn’t going anywhere near it until the noise stopped. “

“Ah, can’t say I blame you. We really need to teach you how to change clothes at will. The only time I take off my clothes is with you. The rest of the time I just decide what I want to wear and my appearance changes.”

I thought about that and decided I’d leave that lesson for later. My skills weren’t great and the thought that I could end up naked in public because I’d done something wrong terrified me. “Let’s not teach me that just yet.”

Dank chuckled as if he had read my mind and knew exactly what my fear was. “You just let me know when you’re ready. We’ll work on it.”

I nodded and he reached for my hand and pulled me over to the sofa. “I wrote a new song. After we, uh,” he looked over at me and a shy smile played on his lips.

“After we had sex?” I asked.

Dank shook his head, “No, Pagan, that was making love. Don’t confuse the two.”

Pleasure from his words coursed through me. I liked that this new body still felt sensations.

“I wrote it the morning after we made love. I haven’t shared it with the band yet, because it’s personal.”

I sat down and he reached over and picked up the guitar lying on the chair beside me. He rested his foot on the edge of the sofa and slipped the guitar strap around his neck. Just when i thought Dank Walker couldn’t get any sexier he proved me wrong.

“What are you grinning about?” he asked looking down at me.

“Oh, I’m just thinking that I have the sexiest boyfriend on the planet. The only thing that could make this better is if you were shirtless.”

Dank smirked and pulled the guitar strap back over his head then reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off tossing it in my lap. “This better?” he asked as he put the strap back around his neck.

“Oh my, yes.”

Dank shook his head and laughed, “You make it hard on a guy, Pagan Moore. I was getting ready to be romantic and now my mind is all about the naughty.”

I leaned back and crossed my legs and held his discarded shirt up to my nose to smell it. I may not give it back.

“Damn,” Dank whispered as he watched me. “I don’t think I remember the words to the song now.”

I stuck out my bottom lip in a pout, “But I want to hear it.”

Dank closed his eyes and adjusted his guitar on his bent knee. “Your wish is my command,” he replied with a grin with his eyes closed. His tongue darted out and licked his lips. Suddenly, hearing the song wasn’t that important. I wanted to lick his lips too. Then he began to play. I lifted my eyes from his lips as he opened his mouth. Our eyes met and he held me completely as his words joined the music.