Couches and Cuddles

Luna made a habit of visiting Patrick every night after his performances and Patrick worked up enough courage to put his arm around her.

It was then he realized the sweat and awkward sounds coming from the mix of leather pants and leather couch that he excused himself to take a shower. Patrick came back and  told her how much he admired her, but he really wanted to say more. At least his jeans and armpits weren’t embarassing him anymore.

He knew he wanted to go for it, so he did; but it was Luna who beat him.

It didn’t seem ironic to him at the time that his music was on the radio. Patrick didn’t know she put the CD in, either.

It starts eyes closed, to fingers crossed

To I swear, I say

To hands between legs, to “whatever it takes.”

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