Page 103 of A Dark Melody

“No.” I didn’t feel empty.

I’m full of love for him. I’m full of intense emotion for him. He smiles at that, his lips spread wide, before he takes a big bite of his burger.

“I love you.” I whisper, overwhelmed with the intense urge to scream it from the rooftops but terrified of the feeling.

“I love you too.” He responds with a big grin. “So, I figured we can’t really as for a prize from sue for this. We are kind of making up for breakfast, but I could still come up with a prize for you.”

“I think.” I pause. “I don’t need one right now.”

He nods. “Okay.”

We eat in silence. I just focus on taking the next bite. I try not to think of the calories or the carbs. I just try to chew, swallow, and take another bite. Wes devours his burger like it’s nothing. He finishes his fries and takes a few of mine, which I’m actually thankful for because there is no way I could eat them all.

“You should try dipping these in ranch.” He grins, dipping one in ranch and holding it out for me. I lean into his fingers and take a bite of the fry. It’s erotic to be feed food from his big, strong hands, even if it’s just a fry.

“It is good.” I admit.

“See, makes them better.”

I nod.

I’m on the last bite of my sandwich, though I still have half my fries to go. Wes pick at them. He slides me the ranch when I finish my sandwich. I dip a fry at a time in the ranch, aware I’m consuming more calories by doing it, but they do taste better this way.

Wes gets up from the table and moves back to the couch. He turns on some indie rock music and grabs his notebook.

“So, what kind of song do you want yours to be? Sad? Another sexy banger? Deep?”

“I don’t know. Happy maybe. I don’t have many happy songs.”

“You don’t have any happy songs.” He lets out a low laugh.

“I do too.” I challenge, folding my arms across my chest and furring my brow.

“Name one.”

“Lunar Promisesis kind of happy.”

“It’s a dark love song. It is not a happy song. The hook alone almost makes me bawl.”

I uncross my arms. Maybe he had a point. I pick up another fry and dip it in the ranch as he goes on.

“But we could do happy. I like the idea of being featured on your first happy song. Are you happy now?”

“I think so.”

“You think so?” He questions, cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t know if I know how to be happy, but I feel less sad.”

“I will take it.” He smiles. He writes away in his notebook as I finish up my fries. “Sweet lips, nice hips, a drink of cold water can’t put me out. You have lit me on fire.” He sings softly to an invisible beat in his head.

“That is good.”

“I could write a whole album inspired by you.”

“Please don’t.” I feel heat start to flood my cheeks.

“Why not?” He asks as I get up and walk over to him.

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