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Your favorite place: one step from oblivion, two steps fro hts I look up in ti down her face She doesn’t see ainst the wall, trying like hell to pull herself together

She’s too pretty to be crying, that’s for sure Her red hair is pinned back, too tight, and she’s wearing a sih on the chest forinnocent in her expression that draws aze that’s just about theI’ve seen in years

I need a distraction, and here the universe just handed her up on a plate

I stroll out of the dark "You look like you could use a cigarette," I drawl

She startles "You scaredat her face Her eyes flick over nition: that moment when it all clicks into place, and woht with the famous rock-star they can boast about to their friends -- and the tabloids, coe She shakes her head, a lock of that red hair slipping free around her face "No, thank you," she ive a twisted grin "Don’t you know these things will kill you?"

Her brow knits, quizzical "So why do it?"

"Why do we do anything that’s bad for us?" I counter, teasing "Because we like how it feels, living life on the edge"

"Speak for yourself," the wohs "I like it safe Predictable Easy"

Now I’ll be damned if that doesn’t sound like an invitation I close the distance between us "That’s a sha the stray lock froood on you"

Her esture Our eyes lock, and I see the emotions skitter, clear as day across her face Shock, confusion, and then -- the tell-tale flush of desire She catches her breath, her chest rising under the cage of black silk, and God, I feel a bolt of lust strike throughto be kissed

"What are you doing?" she whispers, but she doesn’t olden brown, flecked with hazel I can feel the heat of her breath, My thuently over their pillowy softness

"What do you think?" I counter, aroohts tells me, she’s not used to this kind of blatant approach After years of jaded groupies willing to blow half e, and damn if it doesn’t turn me on all the more