“You’re ridiculous,” I told him, setting up my little iPod station and turning up the volume to American Daydream by Electric Guest.
I toed the water and hissed at how cold it was. I hated that part. I edges my way in, cringing with every step until my body because accustomed to the temperature just as Agnes Obel’s Avenue began to play.
My hand reached for my glass and I turned it upside down, spinning the concave bottom around my fingers. He edged closer to me, The Fear began to spill from the speakers and we stood in silence, examining each other, until the bass line hit, subtle and resonating through our chests.
I hung my dress up and hopped in the shower, desperate to get the smell of smoke and outside off my skin and out of my hair. The song changed to Common’s Drivin’ Me Wild.
He smiled at this then rolled us both over once. He reached over and turned up Between Two Points by The Glitch Mob playing on our iPod.