"This is why I don't date musicians." At least that's what she told herself. Following the demise of a previous relationship, Lizzy packed her heart with ice, vowing to never get hurt again. That is until she met someone who would light her soul on fire.

Life was killing him. So, to escape the chaos of touring, the pressures of the music business, the insanity of Brooklyn, and the demons that haunted him Peter takes a well deserved vacation with his love where they can live out their fantasies...at least temporarily. A companion piece to Like Loving the Dead. This fic contains sexual situations and implied substance abuse. Reader discretion is advised.