“A meet cute gone wrong.
I thought you wanted me dead.
But you just wanted me out of the way to clean.
And I just wanted to get you into bed.”
“I love it,” I tell him as he strums the last note. “You have such a good voice. You should do an album.”
Fender shakes his head. “No, never. I’m happy right where I am.” He sets the guitar down and moves back over to where I’m lying under the blanket.
The fire roars as Fender makes love to me for the third time tonight. And in the morning when we wake, we’ll be heading to California, for Fender to start filming the last SharkQuake movie, and then who knows what will happen.
The world will be ours for the taking.
And I plan on taking it all with him.