Running up and down the neck. Nimble fingers. A sweet shiver rippled through her. Those hands were hers. And she couldn’t help seeing how his hips thrust forward either. The shiver bloomed hotter. It was all hers. But she’d have to wait. Trevor was in the middle of a guitar solo. A couple thousand people bounced to the music. Misty panned her HD video camera off Trevor and swept over the rocking St. Louis crowd. Stage lights flared in the lens, but the mass of people could be seen dancing and throwing their fists up in appreciation. The glow from the stage did illuminate some of the people in the first few rows. Misty gave Kim some good screen time and knew how she could edit the shots of her grinning friend into the concert video. Meeting up with her old friend again had convinced Misty that her new life wasn’t just a supernatural imposition, but what she’d always needed. At first it was a little awkward, introducing Kim to the rock star Trevor and his band.
