Ceaseless (Existence Trilogy #3)(51)
“Daylight fades away as I watch you from a distance.
Darkness claims the sky and I wish you could only know.
We’re supposed to be miles away but something draws me closer.
We’re supposed to be far away but gravity brings us closer.
Closer than your skin, rebellion deep within, you’ve taken over me and I can’t seem to swim to the top of myself. I’m under your control.
Wondering how we got here, wondering how we got here to the place we should go.
Oh- oh- oh- oh, yeah
The place we should go.
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh, yeah
Souls aren’t meant for things like this.
Our worlds were never meant to collide.
You’re better off leaving while you have something to leave behind.
We’re supposed to be miles away but something draws me closer.
We’re supposed to be far away but gravity brings us closer.
Closer than your skin, rebellion deep within.
You’ve taken over me and I can’t seem to swim.
To the top of myself I’m under your control.
Wondering how we got here.
Wondering how we got here to the place we should go. We’re supposed to be far away but something draws me closer.”
The moment his hands stopped moving, I was up and reaching for his guitar. I needed to hold him. Now. Dank understood my intentions and he slipped the guitar off and laid it down without taking his eyes off me. I hurled myself into his arms and grabbed his face and took a small lick against his lips before slipping my tongue into his mouth.
Dank’s hand cupped my butt and he picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I loved him. He was mine.
“They’re at it again. Damn, Dank gets more action than I do these days.” Looses’ s voice interrupted us. Stupid drummer.
“Go away,” Dank replied without looking back at our intruder.
“Can’t, man. We go on in five,” Les replied. Great, we had the entire band as an audience. I glared at them over Dank’s shoulder, which only caused them all to laugh.
“Sorry we’re breaking up your happy time, Sweetheart, but we need our singer,” Loose winked. He would have never winked if Dank’s back had not been turned.
Rubber slapped him on the back of the head and murmured, “Dickhead.”
Dank let me slide down his body, but kept his hands firmly on my backside. “I think I’m going to give this hobby up. You’re the only audience I want. And these idiots keep messing with my free time.”
I looked back at the three guys that made up most of the band. They had a keyboard player, Jet, who barely managed to show up right before the band went onto the stage. He was incredibly high all the time.
“They need you and I will always be waiting on the side of the stage when you’re finished. Don’t give this up for me.”
Dank tucked some hair behind my ear, “As long as you’re waiting for me, I guess I can keep this up a while longer.”
“Three minutes,” Loose announced, reminding us they were still there.
I pressed my lips to Dank’s, and gave him one fast kiss and then pushed him toward the door. “Let’s go do this thing.”
Dank
“When are you going to start letting Pagan come with?” Gee asked as we stepped into the hospital.
“I’m not. She may be immortal but asking her to deal with this isn’t something I will ever do.” Death wasn’t easy. It was a tragic thing to humans. Unlike me, Pagan had been human. She understood those emotions; she still experienced them. These emotions were a part of her. As much as I hated being away from her, I didn’t want to bring her into this world.
“She is tough, Dankmar. The girl was able to force her memories to return through her heart. Her memories had been wiped clean, yet she
brought them back and lived through it. Give her some credit.”
I knew Pagan was tough. She loved me. Loving Death wasn’t something that just anyone could do. I wasn’t the bearer of good news.
“Leave this alone, please. I want to collect these souls and get back before Pagan and Miranda are done with their girl’s night out.”
“Well I want to get back before Loose ends up banging some random slut in a bathroom stall. We all want something.”
She was still seeing Loose. That was all kinds of screwed up. I didn’t even want to consider what that might lead to. Gee was just a transporter. She wasn’t deity. She didn’t have the power I did to get away with breaking rules.
“This still a fling, Gee?” I asked as we stood outside a hospital room where sobbing and heartache awaited us.
“I like his ‘dreads okay? And all that practice he’s had screwing around has made him rather skillful in the area. He’s just for fun.”
She didn’t sound convincing. This wasn’t good. I’d deal with that later. Maybe Loose would end up ending this and I wouldn’t have to handle it.
“It isn’t like we see each other but a couple times a week. I know he is getting it elsewhere the rest of the week. I’m good with that. He’s human, I’m not.”
Nothing about her tone supported her statement that it was okay. She was going to go jealous-girlfriend on him really soon. God help the boy survive that. He’d never pissed off an immortal before. This could not be good.