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asked.
    “God, this is perfect! The frame alone costs more than the whole print!”
    “I found a couple Pink Floyd albums I can’t live without along with some Grateful Dead.”
    “Wish you were here” I mused.
    Jensen glanced over at me and I turned to lift the print off the wall. We walked to the counter and I went to grab my wallet from my purse.
    “No. Let me get this for you, okay?” Jensen stated.
    I nodded and walked ahead of Jensen while he paid. I stood outside and waited for him to come out. The sun was out and a cool breeze moved around me. I lifted my face to the sun and sighed. I loved it out here. The smell, the feel of it. Everything.
    “Hey, you.”
    I turned to see Jensen smiling at me. It hit and I laughed.
    “More Pink Floyd.”
    “Always.”
    “I think we could have a whole conversation just using their lyrics.”
    “Probably. Are you hungry? I could use a burger.”
    “What is with you and food?”
    “I’m a growing boy.” Jensen waggled his brows.
    I rolled my eyes and then motioned to my new Guinness print. “Hey, thank you for buying that for me.”
    “No problem.” Jensen smiled again and damn if those dimples didn’t make an appearance.
    The more time I spent with him, the more I realized how much trouble I was in. I couldn’t let him get too close to me because he was still the only guy that could rip me apart.
    “Serena?”
    “Yes?” I snapped out of my thoughts.
    “Burger or Tacos?”
    “You pick.”
    “Burgers it is.”
     
    By the time Jensen dropped me off at home, it was almost nine at night. We sat around the park for a few hours just laughing about the old days. Jensen walked me to the door and I pulled my keys out. I turned to face him, only to find him inches away.
    “Good night, Serena Devane.” Jensen palmed my cheek.
    “Good night, Jensen Pratt.”
    I held my breath and Jensen seemed to contemplate kissing me. I didn’t know if I wanted him to or not.
    “Well, bye.” Jensen walked back down the stairs towards his car.
    I unlocked the door and stepped inside, locking the door behind me. I leaned up against the wood and exhaled deeply. Maybe it was a good thing Jensen didn’t kiss me. I knew what that did to me.
    And that would be bad.

Chapter 7
     
    Saturday, I caught up with Aarin at The Hive and I met the rest of the band. Mikey and Doug were just like Aarin. They were extremely funny and sarcastic—just like me. We got along perfectly. I listened to them tell their stories of touring and the shit they’d gotten themselves into. It was everything I needed for the book. Now if I could just come up with characters. Nothing was coming to me and I hated that. It was like I had writer’s block. I shivered at the thought. Writer’s block would be a nightmare.
    Why couldn’t I just come up with a female lead character? Had I been writing men for so long I couldn’t think of a female heroine? Ugh. Fuck this shit.
    “Serena? What’s wrong?” Aarin asked.
    “I can’t think of a female lead. It’s going to drive me insane!”
    “Why not use yourself?” Mikey cut in.
    “You’d make a kick ass female lead,” Doug agreed.
    “Me? Oh hell no.” I shook my head.
    “Why? You’ve got hutzpah!” Aarin laughed.
    “That sounds like an illness.” I cocked a brow.
    “Do you know what the book will be about?” Mikey quizzed.
    “I haven’t even gotten that far yet. I’m taking drum lessons though, to get all that speak down.”
    “Speak, huh? Is Jensen Pratt teaching you?” Aarin asked.
    “How did you know?” I asked in astonishment.
    “He’s one of the best teachers out here and he’s always booked. You’re lucky you got in at all,” Doug pointed out.
    “Well, he’s my ex-boyfriend.”
    The three of them looked at me wide-eyed and I leaned back a bit.
    “What?”
    “Jensen Pratt is your ex?” Aarin said slowly.
    “Well, yes.”
    “There’s your story!” Mikey almost shouted.
    “No. I mean…no. Just no.” I pointed at