He did, and I wove my fingers deep into Coral’s hair, pulling her to my mouth. I kissed her so hard I knew her lips would be sore the next day. I couldn’t help it, I just needed to mark her in some primitive way.
“Oh my god!” she said when I finally released her. “What shall we do to celebrate?”
We looked at each other and laughed, dropping our clothes to the floor and running for the pool, no longer under surveillance.
None of us knew what the future held—successful albums and sold-out concerts, or not—but we’d keep making good music one way or the other, and stay out of trouble, thanks to our lovely girl.