Seventeen
Scarlett
A fter Whit all but ran out this morning, I’ve had to keep myself occupied. I don’t know what’s going on with the band, but I thought after proposing he wouldn’t sprint out of here the first chance he got. The empty house feels cavernous, echoing with the silence left in his wake. I tried distracting myself with chores—tidying up the already neat rooms—but my thoughts kept drifting back to him. The air seems colder, the shadows longer, without his presence.
Eventually, I decide on a shower to clear my head. The hot water cascades over me, washing away the remnants of sleep and the tension that clings to my muscles. As the steam envelops me, I allow myself a few moments of respite, letting my mind wander, unaware of how the seconds stretch and bend within this sanctuary of warmth.
Why did he leave so abruptly? Did I say something wrong? Did he mean what he said?
Stepping out of the shower, I wrap myself in a soft towel and take a deep breath, trying to let go of the worry hanging over me like a storm cloud. I need to keep myself busy, so I head to the library in Whit’s apartment, determined to continue working on some lyrics.
The library has always been my sanctuary, a place where I can lose myself in words and melodies. The room is filled with shelves of books and records, evidence of Whit’s eclectic tastes. I glance over at his guitar resting against a shelf, a silent reminder of the music we created together. His presence permeates the room in a way I can’t shake off.
I settle into the plush chair by the window, the afternoon light filtering through the curtains, casting warm golden beams that dance across the spines of the books. I open my notebook; the blank pages stare back at me, waiting to be filled with my thoughts and emotions.
“Come on, brain. Don’t fail me now,” I mutter under my breath, flipping through the previous lyrics, some good, some on the edge of garbage.
I pick up my pen and start to write, the words flowing from my mind to the page. I thought today would be different, I write, But whispers of yesterday haunt me still, like shadows of a broken dream. The rhythm of the lyrics takes shape, each line a reflection of the tumultuous feelings I’ve been grappling with.
As I write, the weight on my chest begins to lighten, the act of creation providing a sense of catharsis. I scribble about uncertainty, a bittersweet love that seems to both lift me and drag me under like a heavy tide.
“Scarlett.” I hear a voice cutting through my thoughts. My heart races in response, thinking maybe my mind has conjured him. I look around, but I didn’t hear the front door opening.
“Little flame, where are you?” Whit’s voice booms as he runs up the stairs. “There you are.” I set my pen down, my heart pounding when I see Whit in the doorway. His ruggedly disheveled hair gets me every time, taking my breath away. But that doesn’t distract me from the anger I feel coursing through me.
“Why didn’t you tell me about the tour?” I demand, crossing my arms over my chest. “I had to hear it from Blaine. He just texted.” He walks towards me and pulls me into his arms.
“Because we just found out, little flame. We had to discuss the details with the band.” I try to resist his touch, but it’s useless.
“You’re still a fucking jerk,” I mumble against his chest.
Whit chuckles and holds me tighter. “I know,” he murmurs in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “But I’m your fucking jerk, and you’re stuck with me forever. You’re going to be Mrs. Lockwood.”
“You know, you didn’t give me a choice in the matter. I didn’t agree to be your wife,” I huff, trying to keep up my facade of anger.
“Oh, you didn’t?” he asks, a mischievous glint in his eye. He grabs my left hand and holds it up to my face, showing off the engagement ring that sparkles on my finger. “Then why are you wearing my grandmother’s ring, little flame?”
His words stun me into silence, all I can do is stare at him, not knowing how to respond.
“That’s what I thought,” he smirks, leaning down to kiss me deeply. I melt into him, forgetting my anger and feeling nothing but love for this man.
“I have another surprise for you, little flame,” Whit murmurs as he takes my hand and leads me out of the room. “Close your eyes.”
I do as he says, my curiosity growing with every step we take. “Where are you taking me?” I ask, excitement building inside me.
He chuckles. “You’ll see.”
We stop after a few minutes and Whit tells me to open my eyes. When I do, I see that we’re in a dimly lit room with a bed in the middle. There are restraints hanging from the ceiling and a variety of toys and gadgets laid out on a nearby table. My heart skips a beat and I look up at Whit, my eyes wide. “What is this?” I ask, my voice barely above a murmur.
“This is our playroom, little flame,” he says, his eyes dark with desire. “It’s where we can explore our darkest desires and deepest fantasies. I want to show you what it truly means to be mine.” A shiver runs down my spine as he speaks, and I can feel my body already responding to his words. “Are you ready to surrender to me, little flame?” he asks, his voice low and seductive. I nod, my throat too tight to speak. “Good girl,” he whispers, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Remember your safeword?”
“Pineapple,” I breathe, already feeling lightheaded with anticipation. Whit nods, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “Strip for me, little flame. Let me see all of you.” My hands tremble as I begin to undress, my clothes falling to the floor in a heap. I stand before him, naked and vulnerable, my heart pounding in my chest.
I turn to look at everything and I hear the sound of his belt slipping from his jeans.
“Turn around and look at me.” His voice is stern, and it sends a shiver down my spine as I slowly turn to face him. He’s sitting in a chair, naked and hard, the tip of his cock glistening with precum. His eyes are dark and intense, filled with a mix of hunger and adoration. I can’t help but feel exposed under his gaze, but it also excites me, igniting a fire deep within my core.
“Scarlett, come here.” He commands, his voice firm and authoritative. I walk over to him, my heart racing in anticipation. As I approach, he grabs my hand and pulls me to him. He leans in close and murmurs in my ear, “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk straight, little flame.” I gasp at his words, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over me.
“Be still.” he orders. He looks at me with dark, possessive eyes as he wraps the belt around my neck, tightening it until I can feel the leather pressing against my skin, sending a rush of adrenaline through my body as he uses it to pull me against his chest. “That’s my dirty girl,” he murmurs in my ear, his hot breath sending tingles down my spine. I feel his hand slip between my legs, rubbing my clit with a slow, teasing rhythm. “You’re so wet for me, Scarlett,” he praises, his fingers sliding into me easily. I moan in pleasure, my hips moving to meet his touch. “You’re going to take all of me, aren’t you?” I nod, unable to respond because of the belt. Fear washes over me as I try to take deep breaths but I’m not able.
He tightens the belt even more, and I can feel the leather digging into my skin as I gasp for air. He pulls his fingers out of me and brings them up to his lips, licking them clean.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock,” he orders.
I sink to my knees in front of him and open my mouth, letting him guide his cock between my lips. My eyes are already watering. He thrusts forward, hitting the back of my throat, his hands tangled in my hair. I gag, struggling to breathe, but he doesn’t let up. He fucks my mouth relentlessly, using me for his pleasure.
“That’s it, little flame,” he pants, his hips thrusting forward. “Take all of me.”
I feel his cock hit the back of my throat as stars dance in the corners of my eyes. I want him to stop, but I also don’t. I want to please him, to show him how much I need him.
“Fuck, Scar, your mouth is perfect,” he groans, pulling my head back to meet his gaze. “You like having my cock in your mouth, don’t you?” I don’t have the energy to agree or disagree.
I can’t breathe, and the tears are streaming down my face. I’m desperate to take a breath but he only quickens his pace, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust.
“You’re taking my cock so well, little flame,” he praises, his voice thick with lust. “You’re going to make me come.” He tightens the belt one more time, and I can feel the leather cutting off my airflow. I’m dizzy and my vision is blurring, but he keeps going, fucking my mouth until he begins to come with a grunt. I can’t take it. I feel like I’m dying. I scramble back quickly as he spills his seed over my chest.
“Pineapple,” I whimper. “Pineapple, Whit.” He stops immediately, releasing the belt and letting me breathe. I’m panting, gasping for air. He pulls me to him, holding me close.
“I’m sorry, Scarlett,” he croons in my ear, his voice soft and soothing as he brushes the sweat soaked hair from my face. “I’m so sorry.”
He kisses the top of my head and holds me tighter. “I’m so proud of you,” he praises, his voice thick with emotion. “You used your safeword when you needed to.”
“I thought I was going to die,” I sob, clinging to him. He holds me tighter, stroking my back.
“Shh, it’s okay. I would never let that happen. I want to explore things with you and I don’t expect us to like everything and that’s fine, baby,” he whispers, his voice calming me.
“I like when you use your hand but not the belt. I’m sorry,” I cry into my hands. Whit moves my hands to my lap then pulls my chin up, forcing me to look at him. “Don’t ever apologize, Scarlett. You’re my brave, brave girl for using your safeword. I’m so fucking proud of you for using it.”
He kisses the top of my head again, and I feel a wave of relief wash over me.
“Do you want to keep going?” he asks, his voice gentle.
I nod, wiping my eyes. “Yes, please. I want to feel you inside me.” He smiles and helps me to my feet, leading me over to the bed and pushing me down onto the mattress. He towers over me, his eyes dark with desire. I can feel the heat radiating off his body, my heart racing as I watch him toss his shirt off.
His muscles ripple as he moves, his skin glistening with sweat. I can’t take my eyes off him as he climbs onto the bed, his weight pressing down on me. He leans in, his breath hot on my neck.
“Do you know how crazy you make me?” he asks in my ear, his voice low and husky. “How much I want to fuck you right now?” He smiles and goes to get something from the shelf. He returns with a black box and sets it on the table next to us. I watch as he opens it, revealing silver and black clamps with bells on the ends.
“Are those…?”
“Nipple clamps,” he finishes for me, his eyes gleaming with excitement. “They were on your list, baby. I bought everything in here just for you.”
Whit leans down, taking one nipple into his mouth. His warm tongue circles around it, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He begins to suck hard as his teeth graze my sensitive flesh. I moan as my back arches from the bed towards him, needing more of his body against mine.
Whit releases my nipple with a pop, his eyes never leaving mine. He picks up the clamp and gently pinches my nipple before he closes the clamp. The feeling makes me gasp in pain, but also pleasure.
“Such a good little slut, taking it so well,” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.
He attaches the second clamp to my other nipple after it hardens from his mouth, causing another jolt of pain to course through me. I can hear the bells on the clamps jingle with every breath as Whit steps back, admiring his work.
“So fucking perfect,” he murmurs before climbing on top of me, his hard length pressing against my thigh. He kisses me roughly, his tongue invading my mouth as he claims me. I moan into his mouth, feeling the intensity of his passion.
“You did all this for me?”
“Of course, baby.” Whit grins down at me, his eyes sparkling with pride. “I told you I’d do anything for you, and I meant it. You’re mine forever, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you happy.” He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “I love you, Scarlett.”
I smile up at him, feeling my heart swell with happiness. “I love you too, Whit,” I breathe, reaching up to cup his cheek.
“You’re mine, little flame,” he purrs against my lips, before pulling away and reaching for a dildo on the table. It’s long and thick, with ridges along the shaft. “I’m going to fuck you with this now,” he says, his voice commanding and filled with lust.
Whit positions the toy at my entrance, slowly pushing it in. I gasp at the feeling of fullness, my body trembling with anticipation. As he starts to move the toy in and out, each thrust causes the bells on my nipple clamps to jingle softly, creating a melody that echoes in the charged air around us.
The sensation of the toy fills me, overwhelming my senses as the bells chime sweetly with each movement. I can feel my core tightening, each thrust striking a perfect balance of pleasure and aching desire. My breath hitches in my throat.
“Whit, please,” I beg, my voice breathy and desperate. I need him to push me over the edge, to unravel me completely.
He smirks, his eyes darkening with desire. His thrusts increase in speed, the jingle of the bells becoming more frantic. I can feel heat pooling deep within me, the pressure building, each movement stirring that delicious anticipation further.
And then, suddenly, it breaks. I cry out, my body shaking as waves of ecstasy wash over me. The sensation is a tidal wave, one that pulls me under and fills every inch of me. Whit continues to move the toy within me, stretching my pleasure out longer than I ever thought possible, until I can hardly breathe under the bountiful bliss.
When he finally removes the toy, I feel a dizzying mix of satisfaction and emptiness envelop me. Panting, I slump back on the bed, frantically trying to catch my breath. Whit leans down, brushing his lips softly against mine, his tenderness contrasting beautifully with the pulse of lingering exhilaration.
“That was just a warm-up, little flame. I’m not done with you yet,” he murmurs.
He reaches for the nipple clamps and, one by one, slowly removes each one. A gasp escapes me; the sudden rush of pain mixed with pleasure sends a thrill up my spine. He discards the belt to the side and I sit up on my knees, my body now longing for more.
Kneeling on the soft bed, I look at him expectantly. With a grin, Whit pulls me close, kissing me deeply, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. I moan into his mouth, feeling both vulnerable and powerful under his gaze.
“Ass up, little girl,” he commands. My body responds instinctively; I get down on my hands and knees, arching my ass up, craving his touch. He reaches for a vibrator along with something else I can’t see, the thrill of uncertainty tightening my insides.
He turns the vibrator on, the soft buzz filling the room, then presses it against my clit, the sensation igniting every nerve. The cold liquid that follows over my ass sends shockwaves through me.
“Whit!” I yelp, my body trembling with newfound pleasure.
He rubs the liquid in with his fingers, teasing a whimper from my lips.
“You’re being such a good little slut for me,” he purrs, his voice husky as he watches me squirm, caught between ecstasy and yearning.
“Please...don’t stop,” I plead, my body teetering on the edge once more.
“Not yet,” he scolds gently, his tone firm but not unkind. “We aren’t done yet.” With a swift motion, he removes the vibrator. A whimper escapes me, the sudden loss leaving me craving more.
Whit reaches for a butt plug instead, and slowly begins to press it into my ass. The sensation is dizzying. He turns the vibrator back on and places it against my clit again, the continuous waves of pleasure starting to build in tandem, each one enhancing the other.
“Relax, baby. Let me take care of you,” he murmurs, his deep voice enveloping me like a warm blanket. I nod, trusting him completely, even if it feels like an intrusion.
He begins to move the plug in and out incrementally, and I gasp. The vibrations radiate throughout my entire body, and I feel like I am drifting on a cloud, ready to explode in a shower of stars.
“That’s it, baby. Just relax,” he encourages, his breath hot against my neck.
The tension within me builds higher still, the urge to cry out growing stronger with every blessed thrust. “Whit... please!”
He chuckles softly, clearly enjoying my need. “Just a little bit longer, I promise it will be worth it.”
I let my body go slack, giving in to the sensations, knowing he will take me over the edge, eventually. He presses the plug all the way in.
“How’s that feel, baby?” Whit asks.
“Full. Different, but I like it,” I moan, feeling him pick the vibrator back up.
“You did so well.” Whit’s praise is low and soothing as he rubs my back gently. “Your ass looks delectable with this diamond plug in it.” He kisses down my spine, eliciting goosebumps along the way.
He grabs the vibrator and places it on my clit, causing me to moan loudly. “You’re so sensitive, little flame,” he murmurs, his voice laced with satisfaction. “I bet you’re going to come so hard for me.” He turns the vibrator up to a higher speed, causing me to cry out. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, my hips moving instinctively against the toy.
“Come for me, Scarlett,” he demands, his voice deep and authoritative. “Come all over that vibrator like a good little slut.” His words send a jolt of pleasure through me and I come hard, my body shaking uncontrollably. Whit continues to rub the toy against my clit, drawing out my orgasm until I’m gasping for breath.
He removes the toy, turning it off and placing it on the table next to him. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs, his voice filled with pride. He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth. I can taste my own arousal on his lips, and it sends a thrill through me.
“What do you want now, my sweet girl?” Whit asks, his eyes dark with desire.
“Please, Whit,” I beg, my voice hoarse from screaming. “I want you inside me.”
Whit smirks, his hand trailing down my body to my entrance. He slowly pushes a finger inside, causing me to moan. “You’re going to be even tighter with this in here,” he murmurs, pressing his hand against the plug. “Whit, please,” I beg, needing him to fill me completely. He chuckles, removing his finger and positioning himself at my entrance.
Then he slams his cock inside of me, thrusting deep and hard. I can feel every inch of him, filling me, stretching me.
“Oh, fuck,” I scream at the sensation of being filled to bursting, gripping the sheets tightly as he starts to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate.
He’s relentless, pounding into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away. I can feel his fingers digging into my hips, his breath hot on my neck. He’s in complete control, and I’m at his mercy.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me you’re going to be bound to me forever.”
“Yes,” I moan, my voice coming out as a desperate whimper. “I’m yours, Whit. All yours.” He lets out a satisfied groan and continues to fuck me hard, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“That’s right, you’re mine,” he vows, his voice deep, leaving me panting and desperate. “You’re my little fuck toy, my little slut. And I’m going to use you however I want, filling you with my cum.” His words send a shiver down my spine, and I can feel myself growing wetter, my body aching for his touch.
“You’re going to take it like the good girl you are, aren’t you?” he continues, his voice commanding and dominant. I nod, unable to speak, my breath catching in my throat.
“That’s right,” he says, his fingers digging into my hips as he thrusts deeper, harder, his hips slapping against mine. “You’re going to be a good little pet and let me have my way with you.” And with that, he pounds into me, his hips slapping against mine, his cock hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars. I cry out, my voice hoarse and desperate, my body shaking with pleasure.
“I can’t come again, Whit!” I beg, my voice raw with pleasure. “I can’t take anymore.”
He chuckles, his voice low and dangerous. “Oh, baby girl, you can and you will. You’re going to come all over my cock like the good little slut you are, and then I’m going to fill you up with my cum. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” I moan, my body trembling with need. “Please, Whit. I need it. I need you to fill me up.”
He leans over me, never losing power and bites my shoulder and sucks his mark onto my neck. “I want everyone to know you belong to me,” he murmurs, his voice dark with desire. “I want them to see these marks and know that you’re mine. I even have an idea for a more permanent mark.”
“Oh, yeah?” I breathe.
“Yes, but now, be a good girl and come for me.” He commands as he thrusts into me again, his fingers digging into my hips, making me scream out his name. It’s too much, too intense, too overwhelming. I feel his hot cum shoot into me and I’m lost in a haze of pleasure, my body trembling with the force of my orgasm.
“You did so well, taking everything I gave you.” Whit pulls out and I feel his cum drip down my thighs. He leans down and kisses my shoulder, his touch gentle and soothing. “You’re fucking incredible, Scarlett,” he whispers, his voice filled with admiration.
He removes the plug slowly, “We’ll definitely be using these again.”
I nod, unable to speak, my body completely spent. Whit stands up, his muscles rippling as he moves. I watch as he walks towards the door, his cock hanging heavily between his legs.
I can’t help but stare, my mouth watering at the sight. He catches me looking and smirks, his eyes darkening with lust. “You like what you see, baby?” he asks, his voice low and husky. I nod, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.
“Maybe,” I giggle. I roll over as he brings out a wet cloth and cleans me up. Then he pulls me into his arms and carries me to his shower.
He turns on the water, letting it heat up before stepping in. He helps me in, holding me close as the hot water cascades over us.
“You’re coming on tour with us, little flame. I already told Mike and the guys,” he says, his voice stern. “We’re leaving in a few days.”
I look at him, my heart racing in excitement and worry.
“What? I can’t just leave. I’m still trying to figure out how to graduate.” I bite my lip, fear settling in.
“It’s already settled. I’m not leaving here without you beside me. Plus, the guys agreed that you write amazing lyrics.”
I sigh, knowing he won’t take no for an answer. “You’re so demanding,” I mutter, letting him clean me off and carry me back to his bed.
“You love it, little flame. You’re mine forever, and I’m not going to let you out of my sight, ever again. I’ll chain you to me if I have to.”
I roll my eyes, my heart pulsing at the thought.
“You’re crazy, Whit.”
He smirks, his eyes gleaming. “Maybe. But I’m your kind of crazy.”
“So, what was this permanent marking you were talking about?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Oh, I’m going to give you a tattoo, baby,” he says with a wicked grin. My heart races as I feel a mix of excitement and apprehension.
“A tattoo? Where?” I ask, my voice shaking slightly.
He grins and pulls me closer, his warmth wrapping around me like a blanket.
“Right here,” he says, tracing a finger along the side of my stomach, sending shivers down my spine. “And here,” he adds, letting his fingers trail down to the outside of my hip.
“What are you going to draw?” I ask nervously, feeling a flutter in my stomach.
"It's a surprise, but I'll be permanently inked into your skin,” he says, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on my neck. I can feel his breath against my skin, and I close my eyes, trying to ground myself. “But, I want to make sure you’re okay with it.” His gaze is serious, eyes filled with an anxious concern.
“Of course I’m okay with it,” I reply without hesitation, the trust in my voice firm. “You're insane, but I trust you.” My heart beats loud in my chest as I whisper those words.
“Insanely in love with you,” he whispers back, his eyes shining. “Now, let's get started.”
Whit grabs a bottle of cleanser from the shelf and shaves the area delicately. His movements are precise, confident. I can't help but observe the way his hands work, familiar and skilled. He pulls his tattoo kit out of the drawer, setting up his station with an efficiency that makes my heart soar. Suddenly, he prints something from his phone to a Bluetooth printer.
“What are you printing?” I ask curiously, trying to distract myself from the nerves.
“Your stencil,” he replies, not taking his eyes off the task at hand. The buzzing sound of the printer fills the room, and I feel a growing sense of anticipation.
He applies the stencil, and the cool paper makes me gasp. I lay there patiently, my eyes locked on him, watching the concentration on his face.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” he asks, his voice low and husky, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Just thinking about how much I love you.” I smile up at him, feeling the warmth radiate from his gaze. “And how much I trust you.”
“I love you too, baby,” he replies, making my heart swell. He leans down, brushing his lips against my forehead tenderly. “Now, stay still. I'm going to do the line work first, and then add the color.”
“Okay.” I nod, doing my best to relax. Whit turns on the gun, the buzzing sound makes my skin prickle with anxiety, and he starts with the outlining.
“Keep breathing, baby. You're doing great.” His encouraging words melt away the tension, and I try to calm my racing thoughts. “Just relax and let me do all the work.”
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I'm trying, but it's hard to relax when you're so close to me.”
His laughter is soft and warm, wrapping around us like a familiar song.
“I know, but you need to trust me. I'm not going to hurt you.” He kisses my forehead gently, the affection in his touch grounding me. “You're my girl, and I'm going to make this as painless as possible.”
Once he starts the first line, I feel a sharp pinch, and I grip the edge of the bed. “Just breathe, baby.” He says softly, watching me. I nod through gritted teeth, focusing on his voice. “That's it, Scar. You're doing great.” He finishes the line and wipes away the blood and excess ink.
“You okay, baby?” he asks, concern etched across his features.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I reassure him, though my heart is still pounding.
“Are you sure? We can stop if you need to.”
“No, this is my second one. I can do it. Just keep going.” My voice comes out stronger than I feel, but I’m determined.
Whit smiles and leans down, pressing another kiss to my forehead. “You’re a trooper, baby.” He wipes the area again and begins outlining another section.
He turns off the gun, looking at me with gentle eyes. “Are you ready for the next part?”
“Yes,” I reply, my voice shaking now.
“Just remember to breathe.” He turns the gun back on, intensifying the buzz, and starts the coloring process. My heart flutters with anticipation. I can't wait to see what he's tattooing on me.
As the needle pricks my skin, it feels less intimidating than before.
“You're doing great, baby.” His voice cuts through the tension as he works. “Just relax and let me take care of you.” He says as he continues to work. I focus on his assurance, taking deep breaths while he continues the meticulous work.
“You're doing amazing.” He finishes the last bit of coloring and turns off the gun, a triumphant smile on his face.
“All done,” he says, wiping away the blood and excess ink carefully. He helps me off the bed and stands me upright, turning me around to face the mirror.
His lips find mine in a passionate kiss, his emotions pouring into that simple connection. “I love you, Scarlett.”
“I love you too, Whit.” I gaze at my new tattoo in the mirror, my breath catching in my throat. His pink guitar stands out vibrantly against my skin, beautifully entwined with angel wings. Below, scrolls a banner with song lyrics that make my heart swell.
“It’s beautiful,” I murmur, my voice thick with emotion.
“It is,” he replies, his voice equally thick. “You're beautiful.” He kisses me again, a slow, tender moment that I wish could last forever.
“What are the lyrics?” I ask, leaning to the side in an attempt to read them better.
“ She’s the center of my universe, In her darkness, I find my muse,” Whit says, as he brushes up behind me, his voice resonating in my core. “It’s the lyrics to the song I wrote for you. You’re my muse, Scarlett.”
Turning around in his arms, I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss me once more.
In this moment I couldn’t be happier, but why do I feel like this is the calm before the storm?