But that's not me—not with Zane. Maybe it's because it's been building up between us for so long, or maybe that's the way we're both wired—I don't know. Instead of the gentle rain tapping at the windows, I get a beautiful savage hurricane. Instead of my love song, I get hard rock—a screaming outdoor concert in the storm, with pounding bass and feral dancing in the rain and mud. It's pain, mixed with an overwhelming pleasure, and that somehow makes it more amazing. It couldn't have been more perfect, or more right. I roll on my side, wincing a little at the tenderness. Zane immediately turns to me, concerned. "You okay?" "Oh, yeah." I smile up at him, giddy with an overload of emotions. Zane laughs reluctantly. He rubs a hand over his face. "Damn it, I've never been that rough before—not even with girls I know can take it. With you...
What do You think about Falling For The Ghost Of You?
