I held my phone as if it were some comforter. I couldn't help it. He kept me company once again, sharing funny stories and telling me about his night off tomorrow. The way he worked, it sounded like it had been a long time coming, but part of me hoped he wasn't heading out with friends. Selfishly, I wanted him to stay home and talk to me. I wanted to feel the way I had the night before. Like it was just the two of us, filling the twilight hours with laughter.
The Devils Tongue headed out to warm their hands around the firepit, and once again the lead singer made conversation. He'd tried before and I'd backed away, feeling cornered and wobbly. I was never comfortable being singled out. And it was infinitely worse when the attention came from a male.
He was a tall guy, black tousled hair a
