“Who is this?” I asked Lena as I sat on her bed, watching her get dressed for our dinner out.
Her back was to me as she stepped into a black dress, dragging the dress up her legs, over her waist and hips, until she slipped her arms through the straps. I envisioned trailing my tongue up the length of her back and licking her like a damn ice cream cone.
“Please tell me you’re joking?” She looked in the mirror, staring at me over her shoulder.
I rose from the bed and sauntered closer. My hands made their way to her sides. “No jokes. Who is this?” The song playing from her playlist had a smooth jazz feel to it, but it was clearly an R&B song.
“Lauryn Hill ‘The Sweetest Thing’.”
“Lauryn Hill,” I repeated.
“You do know who Lauryn Hill is, right?”
I nodded and smirked. “I’ve heard of her.”
She pushed out a breath. “For a moment, I thought I would have to deny knowing you. She’s only one of the best ever to do it.”
“Replay it,” I told her.
Lena's eyes twinkled as she smiled and walked over to her phone, and pressed a button. The song began replaying. She started humming along to the melody.
When Lauryn Hill sang about kisses on a collarbone, I brushed my fingers across Lena’s.
“Let me zip you up,” I said, turning her around to face the mirror again.
She swayed as I zipped her up and began singing the lyrics of the song. It was a love song that spoke of the tender touches and caresses that happen between lovers. I pulled Lena into me, and we moved together while she continued singing. We stared into the mirror in one another’s eyes.
When the song ended, I brought her hand to my lips, kissing it.
The playlist started playing another song; I didn’t know it instantly, but it sounded familiar.
“What’s this one?” I asked, feeling as if I’d heard it before.
“We should go,” she said. Lena tried to pull away from my hold to go to her phone, but I held firm.
Seconds later, her voice streamed through the air from the phone.
I peered down at her. “‘Broken Kisses’?” I immediately recognized the lyrics, but the song was different.
She looked up at me with a tight smile. “I remixed it with my production set.”
“Hm.” I listened to the new melody, still holding her around the waist from behind. We continued to sway in time with the music.
“Do you like it?” she asked once the song was over.
“I do.” My answer was instant. “It’s sexier than the original.” I liked it better.
“You think so?”
“I wouldn’t lie about that or anything.” I pressed a kiss to her lips. “What else are you keeping from me?”
She lifted an eyebrow.
“Any more songs you’ve been hiding?”
She shook her head. “No new music. No lyrics, at least. I’ve remixed a couple more songs fromBroken Kisses. And a few new melodies have come.”
“You’ll have to play them for me.”
