Scratch Track by Eli Lang

Author:Eli Lang [Lang, Eli]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Published: 2017-11-29T05:00:00+00:00

When I woke up the next morning, Nicky was already out of bed. I lay still, letting myself wake up some more, taking in my surroundings. The lamp had been on last night, but I hadn’t bothered to look around the room very much. I’d had other things on my mind. But now I had some time, and I could.

The room’s color scheme wasn’t white like the rest of the house. The walls were painted a pale blue, except for the wall behind the bed, which was a deep azure. The sheets I was lying on matched, and they were ridiculously soft and silky. Nick never seemed like someone who had a lot of money. He wore down-to-earth clothes, and he didn’t drive a fancy car. But it came out in odd spots in his house—in his sleek sheets, in his pricy lube. I liked that he indulged himself where he wanted, that he liked to be comfortable.

The room was mostly empty, except for a chair in the corner, which had about a billion T-shirts and pairs of jeans slung over the arms and back. There were four or five pairs of different-colored high-top sneakers underneath it. And there was a keyboard on a stand in the corner. I didn’t know if it was his. I’d never seen Nick play anything but drums.

I sat up and bent over the edge of the bed, searching for my clothes. Should I shower? Or would that be presuming too much? I could wait until I got back to the studio, but what if I wasn’t going back right away? I shook my head at myself. I was being stupid. Nick probably wanted some time with his kid. We’d had our time together yesterday and last night, and I should give them some space. I should probably give myself some space too.

I grabbed my clothes. Then I made a quick trip to the bathroom, rinsed my mouth with the mouthwash on the counter, and combed my fingers through my hair. It wouldn’t lie flat. It was long enough that it was starting to go wavy, and I had to tug at it to get it to go where I wanted.

When I stepped out of the bedroom and into the hall, I could hear voices. I paused, listening. Nick’s voice was a low, amused rumble. Joshua’s was higher, more excited, rising and falling like he couldn’t contain all his energy. They laughed together, and something warm and sweet expanded in my chest. They sounded perfect together. Domestic bliss.

I couldn’t remember Eric laughing. He’d had a very dry sense of humor, always making those sharp remarks that had you keeled over with laughter, surprised by how quick and wry he was. He would smile with you. A quirk of his mouth at one side that told you he was glad you were pleased. But he hadn’t laughed much himself. Not because he was unhappy, but because he was quiet. He was always tucked away inside himself.

But I should be able to remember his laugh.

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