in the world. Because right here, right now, it’s just us. This will be exactly what we both need; I will help him get over Emily and leave the Bruels alone and he will help me walk away from JJ, for good.
As much as I try, I can’t turn off my ‘80s linguistic talent, as it’s the only way I know how to communicate my daft feelings. I can’t help that I have Marvin Gaye’s “Sexual Healing” playing in the back of my mind, and I can’t help but smile to myself as I think of Liam having no idea that I can break down our whole ridiculous superficial relationship in just a few song lyrics.
“What’s so funny, beautiful?” he asks, placing his hands on my ass and pulling me close, right into his hardness. “I hope you’re not taking a piss at me again. Tell me what’s so comical, I may fancy a laugh, too.”
“Relax, I’m not laughing at you. Trust me, it’s something you wouldn’t understand. It’s just a personal joke,” I say, trying to find his lips to calm him down and shut him up.
He dodges my lips and lowers his head to my exposed chest, giving my nipple a lick. I watch him watching me as he begins to swirl his tongue ‘round and ‘round before closing his lips and sucking my nipple. I feel the flood gates open as my body starts to tremble. I’m aroused like never before. This is really happening! This is really happening! I’m letting someone other than Jeff touch me and I’m happy and sad all at once. This is it, after today, I won’t belong to JJ anymore. I’m about to break our spell—or our curse, depending on how you look at it—and my mind is still trying to understand if I’ve won or lost.
“Tell me what’s so bloody funny and I’ll let you keep this tasty nipple,” he says with his mouth full, still expertly sucking my bud and causing my pussy to violently throb. “It’s very sweet, my teeth are itching to bite down.”
I take hold of his hair and struggle to guide him back up to my lips. I should just tell him a song, he won’t know what it means anyway, and we can go back to fucking the past out of each other.
“‘Listen To Your Heart’ by Roxette,” I say, knowing that Emily and I are the only ones privy to our secret ‘80s lingo. I start to laugh even harder at how silly this must sound to him.
He watches me lose it right in front of him—I’m a stupid fool who cracks up at her own jokes. He finally lets go of my poor nipple and we’re face to face again. He slips his hands into my hair and then lowers his head down to my ear to whisper, “‘When I See You Smile’ by Bad English.”
His statement stops me cold and sends chills up and down my half-naked body. I can’t laugh anymore and I think I may have forgotten how to breathe. Honestly, I’m not even sure if this is a hallucination or if Liam has, in fact, just answered me back with a song. I push away to look at him and his impossible smirk, and those knowing blue eyes that are becoming incredibly familiar with every passing minute, and it’s just all too fast, too much. My head doesn’t believe he just said that to me, yet my heart does because it stopped beating. The world stopped spinning and I know for sure that all bets are off.
“Englishman In New York” by Sting
I recall Emily naming off all these songs from the ‘80s while she was three sheets to the wind. I fancy some of those songs; I recall my mum playing them by the pool and Isa singing along. Emily even wrote a page full of songs and asked me to study and use them based on their lyrical meaning instead of words to tell her how I feel. We were so zonked that it was nonsensical. I’ll never forget her reaction to me using those old corny songs during our conversations that night, quite hysterical. She asked if I fancy any of the songs on her cheat sheet and I pointed to one I recalled from childhood, which made her squeal and start jumping on the bed like a child. She said it was her best mate’s favorite song and she then went on to sing it