has.”
“Always gonna be that way?”
“I don’t know, actually. I’d be nothing without my mother, but the last year has been a real strain. She’s a great manager and a great mom, but I don’t think they go well together, you know?”
“I don't know. Kitt and I are orphans.” He said it so matter-of-factly that Gracie’s heart almost broke. “I’ve been on my own from fourteen on.”
Gracie turned from the lake to Colton. “On your own like...foster care?”
He crushed the empty can in his hands and flipped the cooler open for another. “Nah. Got sick of bouncing from home to home, so I split and started hitchhiking around the south.”
Gracie didn’t know what to say. Never knowing her father had been tough, but to lose both parents? She couldn't even comprehend. She kept her mouth shut and let Colton talk.
“That’s how I started playing guitar. I got friendly with some buskers in Memphis. Worked a few odd jobs and bought a guitar from a hock shop. Traveled, learned to play, and started out in coffee shops.” Colton raised his beer to the almost full moon. “Now I’m on tour with number one hit princess Gracie Hart. Rags to motherfuckin’ riches, baby.”
The adrenaline from the show had worn off, and Gracie could feel a different drug making her heart race. She tried to picture Colton on his own out in the great big world. She knew that she had led a gifted life, and it only made her heart ache more for him. She should’ve said something, but she was afraid the lump in her throat would give her emotions away. She raised her can of beer, and Colton bumped his can against hers, spilling some beer down her arm.
It traced a path directly under her arm, and she shot up, squealing as the cold liquid ran to her armpit. Colton stood up, laughed, and tried to find something to help Gracie out.
“Oh god, oh god. It’s so cold!” She laughed and jumped around like a maniac as she twisted her body. Her phone fell from her pocket, but Gracie could only focus on the beer tickling her as it ran down her skin.
Colton looked around in the darkness, trying to find something to give to Gracie. Besides the chairs and the cooler, the place was nothing but nature. He pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. As Gracie squirmed around, he grabbed onto one of her arms and pulled her in close.
As Gracie pressed against Colton, he wiped her arm. She was frozen. The close proximity caught her completely off-guard, but she was planted against the shirtless man that she had been fantasizing about for two weeks, her heart flying. The cold beer on her skin was the last thing on her mind.
For a moment, the two were standing silent and still in the moonlight. Gracie stared up into Colton’s eyes. He smiled, and it might have been the first genuine smile she’d seen from him. It wasn’t cocky or smug. It just was. He looked different to her. He wasn’t Colton Wade, the bad boy. He was Colton, heartfelt singer.
He leaned in, and Gracie’s lips parted as she sucked in a breath. The muscles in his chest tensed as he bent forward ever so slowly. She closed her eyes, every daydream and fantasy destroyed by the reality before her.
Colton kissed her. He took her in his arms and broke through. Every song they sang on stage was like foreplay. It forced them to look each other in the eye and sing lines about love, lust, and sex. Gracie would’ve gone crazy if Colton hadn’t kissed her.
Gracie’s body was on fire. Colton’s touch set her ablaze, and his lips fanned the flames. Shepard had been a good kisser, but Gracie could barely remember what it felt like after the first with Colton. He leaned her body back. She had always wondered what it felt like to be manhandled. He was in total control, taking what he wanted and giving her what she needed. Gracie moaned as she felt Colton’s tongue split her lips.
Gracie was living in a dream. Later on, she might chastise herself for letting herself go, but she wanted to
“Always gonna be that way?”
“I don’t know, actually. I’d be nothing without my mother, but the last year has been a real strain. She’s a great manager and a great mom, but I don’t think they go well together, you know?”
“I don't know. Kitt and I are orphans.” He said it so matter-of-factly that Gracie’s heart almost broke. “I’ve been on my own from fourteen on.”
Gracie turned from the lake to Colton. “On your own like...foster care?”
He crushed the empty can in his hands and flipped the cooler open for another. “Nah. Got sick of bouncing from home to home, so I split and started hitchhiking around the south.”
Gracie didn’t know what to say. Never knowing her father had been tough, but to lose both parents? She couldn't even comprehend. She kept her mouth shut and let Colton talk.
“That’s how I started playing guitar. I got friendly with some buskers in Memphis. Worked a few odd jobs and bought a guitar from a hock shop. Traveled, learned to play, and started out in coffee shops.” Colton raised his beer to the almost full moon. “Now I’m on tour with number one hit princess Gracie Hart. Rags to motherfuckin’ riches, baby.”
The adrenaline from the show had worn off, and Gracie could feel a different drug making her heart race. She tried to picture Colton on his own out in the great big world. She knew that she had led a gifted life, and it only made her heart ache more for him. She should’ve said something, but she was afraid the lump in her throat would give her emotions away. She raised her can of beer, and Colton bumped his can against hers, spilling some beer down her arm.
It traced a path directly under her arm, and she shot up, squealing as the cold liquid ran to her armpit. Colton stood up, laughed, and tried to find something to help Gracie out.
“Oh god, oh god. It’s so cold!” She laughed and jumped around like a maniac as she twisted her body. Her phone fell from her pocket, but Gracie could only focus on the beer tickling her as it ran down her skin.
Colton looked around in the darkness, trying to find something to give to Gracie. Besides the chairs and the cooler, the place was nothing but nature. He pulled his t-shirt up and over his head. As Gracie squirmed around, he grabbed onto one of her arms and pulled her in close.
As Gracie pressed against Colton, he wiped her arm. She was frozen. The close proximity caught her completely off-guard, but she was planted against the shirtless man that she had been fantasizing about for two weeks, her heart flying. The cold beer on her skin was the last thing on her mind.
For a moment, the two were standing silent and still in the moonlight. Gracie stared up into Colton’s eyes. He smiled, and it might have been the first genuine smile she’d seen from him. It wasn’t cocky or smug. It just was. He looked different to her. He wasn’t Colton Wade, the bad boy. He was Colton, heartfelt singer.
He leaned in, and Gracie’s lips parted as she sucked in a breath. The muscles in his chest tensed as he bent forward ever so slowly. She closed her eyes, every daydream and fantasy destroyed by the reality before her.
Colton kissed her. He took her in his arms and broke through. Every song they sang on stage was like foreplay. It forced them to look each other in the eye and sing lines about love, lust, and sex. Gracie would’ve gone crazy if Colton hadn’t kissed her.
Gracie’s body was on fire. Colton’s touch set her ablaze, and his lips fanned the flames. Shepard had been a good kisser, but Gracie could barely remember what it felt like after the first with Colton. He leaned her body back. She had always wondered what it felt like to be manhandled. He was in total control, taking what he wanted and giving her what she needed. Gracie moaned as she felt Colton’s tongue split her lips.
Gracie was living in a dream. Later on, she might chastise herself for letting herself go, but she wanted to
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