I’m smart enough to know it had everything to do with the woman in the third row as she watched every single move I made. The way her eyes followed me around the stage, and the way her body moved to my voice—we were in perfect harmony. She was gone by the time I was ready to leave the theater for the night, and the walk back to my room was left with a charged electricity I knew would ignite the second she put her hands on me. It had been building from the moment she walked out of my room this morning—the anticipation of her showing up in only my T-shirt the driving force. But even she knew the provocative lyrics that were hidden well in verses of our songs would be orchestrated with our bodies. It’s been a long-ass time since I stayed up till dawn having sex, but when Lark’s with me, it’s all I want to do. Her body’s becoming familiar territory, the smell of her perfume on her sweet and savory skin is an instant hard-on. While she has the potential to bring me to my knees, living out fantasies only she’s capable of producing, she’s also the closest I’ve been to reality in twelve months.
