Page 27 of Sing for Me
I get out of the car and kneel next to her.
She's biting her lip, muffling a string of profanity. She blinks and a tear catches on her lashes.
Her knee is scraped to hell. And it's bleeding. It's not life or death, but concrete is dirty. This cut needs treatment or it might end up infected.
I look up at her. "You mind?"
"I can clean up at home."
I'm sure she can. But I'm not about to send her home with an injury. "Let me see."
Despite theI don't need your helplook plastered on her face, she nods yes.
Her hands and wrists are okay, but her knee is in rough shape. It's a surface wound, no sprain or break, but it does need some TLC.
I look up at her. "You have a first aid kit?"
"At home. I can take care of it."
I shake my head. "I've bloodied a lot of knuckles in my day. I'm bandaging that."
She stares back at me.Who the hell do you think you are?
I get it. I wouldn't invite a strange man into my apartment either.
"We can do it at a 24-hour pharmacy," I offer.
She presses her lips together. "No. My place will be faster."
If I didn't know better, I'd think that was an invitation.
***
Fuck, this room suits her.
The floor is covered in clothes.
The walls are covered in sci-fi posters.
There's a stack of DVDs on her desk.
And there'sStar Warseverywhere.
I knowStar Warsis about as mainstream as any piece of media gets, but the thought of having an actual conversation about something besides music...
She's got aJurassic Parkposter too.
AndThe Matrix.
Fuck, I like her more.
But now I'm getting caught up in the same bullshit I can't stand. I'm falling for the idea of some innocent, nerdy virgin girl who wants to fuck me then watch the original trilogy all night.
I don't understand her yet.
I don't even know her.
Women do this to me all the time. They think they know me because they've heard my songs.
