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Whatcha listenin' to?"
"Oh, you probably wouldn't like it."
"Try me."
He shrugs as he passes the headphones across the slim space between our beds. This is gonna be good. I've got him pegged for a Yanni diehard, and I smirk a little as the music starts. One of my cellies had a thing for electronic rock, so I recognize the song right away. With the heavy breathing at the start, it's unforgettable and creepy as hell. Seriously. Like stalker-level shit.
I want you now, tomorrow won't do. There's a yearning inside and it's showing through.
"Depeche Mode, huh? Cool, man. Wouldn't have figured it."
Reach out your hands and accept my love. We've waited for too long. Enough is enough. Like I said, stalker-level.
His laugh is jittery, quick as the cockroaches in Folsom. "It's my favorite song. Reminds me of being seventeen again. You know, when sex was all you could think about."
I pretend I'm not totally skeeved out when I return his headphones and shut the lights.
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Ellery A. Kane (The Hanging Tree (Doctors of Darkness, #2))