Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It was still on my mind. The entire drive home it was all I thought about, throughout the show yesterday, throughout the dinner we'd had.
She's told me the opposite of what I'm thinking but I can't help but wonder if she's lying.
I was just sat in my dressing room questioning absolutely every move I've ever made. "Luke is- oh. Are you okay?" Atlas made her way in, sitting on my lap. "Are you still thinking about it?" I nodded, staring at the ceiling.
"I was thinking about it and then I thought about it and then I got really- yeah and so I ran away and now I'm back to my original worry."
She holds her hands behind her back, looking at me with her head tilted. "I don't really know what I can do. I think maybe if you think back to when we first had sex then I think it'll ease your mind a little."
I looked at her, the sly little smirk on her face. "You're not lying to me?" I asked. "No. It's really cute that you care so much though."
"I just don't want to be the guy that had to make you fake it. Sex is so good and I hate the idea of you not having good sex. It's supposed to be enjoyed and if you're thinking of how to fake it the whole time then you've got no good parts going on. You are far too pretty to be faking."
"Such a gentleman." I stopped my head back. "You're on in three hours by the way. Which is what I was supposed to come in here and say."
"Cum in me." I smack my hand over my face, groaning. "Sorry. I'm annoyed now. You can sing. You wanna sing?"
"If you can tell me what I'm thinking about then I'll do it." I rest my hands on her thighs, humming with my empty thoughts. "Oh, no you're thinking about if the microphone will be pink and glittery."
Her eyes narrowed as her lips parted. "How? I was gonna pretend you wouldn't get it but I can't because how the fuck did you just do that?"
"I just know what you're thinking. I'm in your head. You don't have to sing if you don't want to, but I want you to. The microphone will be pink and glittery."
"I feel like if you want me to then you deserve to have it because that was fucking impressive. Weirdly really attractive. Do I have to change?"
"Absolutely not. Unless you want to. As long as you stay clothed, you can wear what you want. How many songs do you think you'll want? How many do you have?"
"Me personally I have none, I know. It's so shocking. How many songs am I allowed? Me personally I want you to say half a song and then you boo me off the stage and get that dickhead reputation back."
"Oh you're so sweet. God I don't deserve you. You have forty minutes, you'll want your music. The band I had just in case, knows all your favourites. So you sing whatever you want, my love."
"Exciting. Can I sing my favourite song ever in world?" I laughed. "Yeah. I'll have them set up the soundboard."
"Do you think anybody is going to want to hear the music in going to sing?" I nodded slowly. "Yes. Because they choose the music for the pre show playlist and there's a lot of music you like on there."
