I could smell her body scent. She was trembling from within. The mixture of our body heat was too much for us to handle. She delicately pushed back he... neck against my chest. I was welcomed. As I took my face to her neck, she bent it sidewards making way for my breath to linger around her neck.She was breathing heavy. Both our hands were pushed up and down by her every breath. Every rise and fall of her breast made me drop a saliva on her sweaty neck. Mom let a heavy breath out. Her lower back. Lara and I have been friends since high school, and when we did a music project for a class, we found we worked well together. So we kept at it. We wanted to be in a band, though, not just the two of us. One day we were talking about it in our psych class in college, and Nate—he's our bassist—heard us talking. Anyway, he said he was interested. It kind of went from there." "How many of you are there in the band?" Brody took a drink of the sake. Ryan sat back. "Five. We have a drummer, Mitch; he. "Peta, darlin' . . . do you still care for him?" she asked softly. All I could do was nod my head as a tear slid slowly down my cheek. "Oh, Peta," my Muse said, "don't be upset. I know you think you loved him, but he was an evil, vindictive man, and he got what he deserved. But don't worry too much, dear. There's hope for Steve, no matter what he's done. If, in time, he learns his lesson and becomes truly repentant- well, he'll regain his humanity. Maybe not as the man he once was,. " You will be, angel," I said.In a rare event, we didn't even put nightshirts on. I managed to reach over and dowse the bedside lamp and put the room into darkness, and we slid into slumber in one another's arms, completely, utterly satisfied. Several times during the night I awoke a tiny bit to find her and snuggle up with her, noting that when I moved towards her, she moved to meet me.I woke up in the morning when I felt her easing out of bed. I let myself drift on the sweet edge between.