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It Ain't Me, Babe

“He preached that the devil could speak to us through the lyrics.” She let out a disbelieving laugh. “I believed it with all my heart. After all, Prophet David was God’s vessel on Earth. For years I worried that being entranced by the music had made me a bad person and that the devil had tried to make me fall. Now, I think it was all a falsehood. In fact, I am beginning to think all I have believed my whole life is a falsehood. I find myself questioning if there is even a God. Or is religion used to control people, for a small group of people to get what they want?”

She lifted my hand to stare at my fingers. “But hearing you play, it is so pure, so sincere… it frees you. This is when I believe there is more to life than what I have seen so far. I cannot imagine anything so beautiful being so evil. You make me find my faith once more.”

“I-it’s the only t-time I can sp-speak right. When I sing, I d-don’t feel no pressure. It’s my p-peace.” As she smiled, I brushed my lips past hers and said, “That and y-you. Something in my brain freezes when I t-try to speak to folks. B-but with you, my throat just o-opens up and l-lets that shit flow.”

Squeezing my hand, she said, “You have a beautiful voice. I wish I could play and sing like you.”

Reaching to my left, I lifted my treasured Fender and laid it across Mae’s lap. “Done.”

Turning her face slowly to meet mine, she frowned and said, “What?”

“You. G-guitar. I-I’ll teach you.”

“You will?” she asked as her whole damn face lit up in excitement.

“Mm-hmm.” Placing the guitar neck to the left, I placed her fingers in the first position on the strings. “This h-here’s a ch-chord.” Taking her right hand, I placed it below mine and guided it to strum. G-chord sounded out.

Her eyes met mine and she smiled, urging, “Okay, keep going.”

Moving the fingers on the neck to the next position, we strummed again. “D-ch-chord.”

Her shoulders danced in excitement and my f**kin’ heart swelled.

“Teach me a song.”

“Wh-which one?”

Her smile faded. “I… I do not know any songs to suggest.” Her lips suddenly hooked up again in an addictive grin. “The one you were playing in the bar when I first arrived. I want to learn that one.”

I tried to think back and, a second later, I smirked. “Y-you l-like Tom Waits?”

Her excited expression told me she did.

Pressing a kiss to her shoulder, I said, “Bitch a-after my own h-heart.”

“You play it first. Show me how.” I set my fingers on the right chords about to begin, when she cut in. “And make sure to sing. I want to hear your voice.”

Giving her a nod, I fixed my eyes on hers and strummed the intro, singing the opening line close to her ear. “And I hope that I don’t fall in love with you, ’cause falling in love just makes me blue…”

Replacing her hands for mine, I helped her get the right chords. Just as she was about to strum, I said, “M-make sure to s-sing. I want to h-hear your v-voice.”

Her black eyebrows shot north. “I cannot sing!”

I couldn’t help it, but I had to laugh. “Sure you can.”

“But—”

I flashed her my stern stare.

Shaking her head, she smiled. “Okay!”

“P-play.”

Keeping my hands on top of Mae’s, her small hands played over the strings, the intro stilted and choppy, but I helped her fumble her way through and just as she built up to the lyrics, her nervous eyes flitted to mine.

“Well, I hope that I don’t fall in love with you, ’cause falling in love just makes me blue…”

Holy shit. She was beautiful, all of her, outside and in, including her soft, breathy voice. My breath caught in response and my hands fell away from the top of hers, causing Mae to stop and grimace my way.

“Was it that bad?” she asked.

Swallowing hard, I shook my head. “B-babe. That was p-perfect.” Grasping the neck of the guitar, I yanked it off Mae’s lap. Gripping her chin between my fingers, I drew her face to mine.

“Styx?” she whispered as her eyes glazed and they flickered to my lips. My hands fisted through her hair and I began pulling her in. I needed those damn lips back on mine.

“Mae?”

I froze as someone called her name beside me. Mae’s eyes widened in embarrassment. Drawing back from my grip, she looked up to find Rider a couple yards away. He held his shoulder as if in pain and stared down at the two us. As Mae shuffled back a few inches, I jumped to my feet and charged in Rider’s direction.

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