Accession

No, n

fell upon ears so deaf, he might

ing behind the sweetness of white peach amaretto. "The car's already wi

e that, Memphis.

p mine off of, and rolled my eyes toward the d

"It's a love song, not one about near-death

n open-ended story, which is precisely what we're trying to do here." I glared at

till filming on a soundstage, with

as he muttered against my skin. "Great. Canned

way, sidewinding a mountain, with cliffs around every bend. If

but was interrupted by our drummer. "Y'know, guys, ther

ted to Bran.

the most natural suggestion of all time. "The car's chained down and secure,

the open road in his candy apple red convertible, nestled in his lap, wind in my hair and nothing but freedom surrounding us, a truc

ected he would die of asphyxiation before it ended. He relented with a dramatic flourish of his

hooked a finger under my chin and turned my face back to

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oo easily noticeable in the final product, that Memphis wasn't driving. That had be

here. Video rolling. Music

pped the fingers of his other hand around the steering wheel. I cupped his cheek and leaned

e back of the cab, the kiss deepened. Knowing the illusion was important, I tried to pull away. He wouldn't let me.

ong with the rest of the band, didn't have much to worry about. We would never be ravaged by time

he snatched his head back and jerked the steering wheel hard enough to shake the mounted camera. Though it didn't scare me one bit, I jumped and then burst out laughing

woodsy scent made my head swim. Masculine. Sweet and savory, enough to make my

race him, just two young lovers without a care in the world. Ken would li

etween us. You're in my blood, in the safest part of my h

ips. My voice rose and joined his, when the chorus began. "Heaven is real, and I'

song. As we serenaded each other, I knew I'd never love anyone else the

ke a second lover, content to share my affections. I had no idea how i

I looked toward the cab. There was a plan, and that wasn't part of it. T

e have a