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like everyone I cared about had tossed me back at the same time and I decided to push everyone else away before they could hurt me too.
“We don’t have to be here Kitten. If you are not ready we can try another time,” Chris reassures me.
I shake my head and pull it out of his chest. I look up at him and he presses his forehead to mine. I blink back the tears and try to catch my breath. He reaches to wipe the tears from my cheeks and kisses my forehead gently.
“I need to do this,” I sob out, “it’s time, it’s just … there are so many memories here.”
“Yeah, I know babe, but we’ll make new ones. I miss them too you know. Your dad was so cool. Remember those autographed drum sticks he got me for my birthday that time?”
I manage a smile and nod my head. I had told my dad I wanted to get Chris the perfect birthday gift for being so cool about teaching me to play. Dad had gotten him several pairs of drum sticks all used and autographed by different artists. Chris loved them.
“I still have them all,” Chris smiles. “You know, someday it won’t hurt as much. I was sort of too young to remember a lot about my mom, but I still knew she was gone. At some point I’m not sure when or how long it took but it stop hurting so much. At some point I started breathing again.”
“Thanks Chris,” I reach up and touch his cheek. He is as gorgeous as he was three years ago when he kissed me but now all I see is a friend I am really in need of.
~B~
Kitty’s aunt let me in the house and directed me to the stairs that lead to the basement. She is a little taller than Kitty but she has the same violet eyes and golden brown skin, kissed with bronze and chocolate. Her hair was down her back like Kitty’s but she is not hiding the Mohawk I know Kitty does depending on her mood.
With a smile I thanked her aunt and descended the stairs excited to see my version of Kitty, the one with the purple streaks in her hair and the amazing smile. What I was not expecting to find was my little brother with his hand pushed in those streaks or with his forehead pressed to hers. I could feel the anger rise like a furnace as my jaw set and my eyes narrowed.
It was when I heard her voice crack as she said thanks and saw his long fingers brush away her tears that I relaxed. Something had upset her and he was only comforting her. I want to be the one to comfort her and I cursed myself for not getting here sooner. I had stopped to get a haircut and made a side trip to get some new cologne.
I had overheard Kitty and Mandy talking about some guy Mandy was into. Kitty mentioned liking when guys smell good and how she had given Linc cologne before to wear for a date. I wanted to try something new for Kitty; I had even changed my body wash. She’d mentioned that before as well.
I’ve been spending a lot of time getting to know Kitty. Mitch has been giving me warning looks but we all promised not to touch her. I haven’t put a hand on her. Unlike Crush who is always a little too touchy feely with Kitty for my liking. I guess he doesn’t touch her more than any other female but I don’t watch him with any other female.
They still haven’t noticed me in the doorway. It is when my mind starts to race about what could have Kitty in tears that I let out a low hiss between my teeth at the thought of Linc. It’s been two weeks and I know he has been avoiding Kitty, Mandy sings like a canary anytime I ask about Kitty. Funny thing is Mandy thinks little of her sharing, she just loves Kitty and could talk about her all day and she wants me to like her as well, for the band.
Kitty looks up to see me as my thoughts of Linc being the cause of her pain eat at me. She pulls away from Crush and starts to wipe away the tears that are still falling. She looks at me horrified to have me see her crying. She glances back at Crush and winces.
“I messed up your t-shirt,” she murmurs.
“No big deal,” Crush laughs and pulls her in for a