“Get used to it,” she said. “He saved my sister. I owe him a lot. Hey, did your know Little Fifteen is actually a Depeche Mode song?”
“Hey, for your information, ABBA, I had no fucking clue that she was pregnant and if I had, I can assure you things would have been a hell of a lot different.”
…dancing in front of the stove to Depeche Mode’s “Personal Jesus”, a too tiny- apron wrapped around.
…bringing out my Slayer shirt and flannel pajama pants. “Here we are. Aren’t you cold?”
I’m trying out something a little different with my playlists. I hope you like it. If not, I will go back to the old way of just listing songs, but I kinda like listing where they come from in the book as long as I can list it and keep it discreet so you don’t know what’s happening in case you haven’t read the book yet J
We hadn’t made love, anyway. We had made hate. Gahhhhh I loved this!!