Don’t move,” he breathed, softer than ever. Logan slowly wrapped his fingers around my hand.
Jeri Smith-ReadyMy heart pounded when its counterpart thumped beneath his skin. “How?”
“I don’t care,” he said, and kissed me.
I’ve been writing more songs in my head,” he said, “about being a ghost and a shade.” His face turned smooth and solemn. “How I’d die all over again just to touch you.
Jeri Smith-ReadyHey, it’s not like I was saving myself for the day you had a body again, so don’t get excited.”
“Too late.” He curved his fingers around my jaw and kissed me, hard enough to turn my limbs to liquid fire.
The hand touched my cheek again. It wasn’t soft and cool like Gina’s. It was warm, with calloused fingertips like those of….
….a guitar player.
Logan. Touching.
Jeri Smith-ReadyHe smiled at me. “Have a good time.”
“Thank you.” The music was definitely working, I thought as I started to shut the door.
“Don’t get laid,” he added.
I love you, Aura," Logan whispered. "Body or not, as long as I'm in this world, I want to be with you.
Jeri Smith-ReadySomehow you always stayed quiet.” He laid his hands beside each of mine, so that if he’d been solid, I would’ve been pinned between his body and the dresser. “Remember?
Jeri Smith-ReadyI hate when people act like music is nothing but wild creativity," Logan said. "That's bullshit. It's also about counting and measuring and calibrating. If you do it right." He passed his hand over my MP3 player sitting on the bed between us. It was playing Mozart to help my concentration. "And if you do it really right, no one can tell how hard it is for you. You can let them believe it's magic, because that means you must be magic. You're worth worshipping.
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