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“I’ll take that as ‘get out now before my boyfriend gets here’,” I said, laughing as I stood up from the piano. From the first time I met Dove’s boyfriend, Ryan, we hadn’t exactly gotten along.
I didn’t mind him, he seemed like a nice enough guy, but boy did he give me the stinkeye every time he saw me.
And despite my best efforts, there always seemed to be someone there to remind everyone that I was a giant asshole.
“I’m meeting Ryan for dinner and you tagging along probably wouldn’t be the best way to make him happy,” Dove said, shrugging her shoulders.
So after that I naturally shied away from women altogether for a little while, and made a conscious effort to stay away from anyone with a boyfriend for even longer.
Though as any teenage girl that finds herself on the bad end of rumors, even those well earned, can tell you, it takes a long time to undo the damage.
Maybe that was why her boyfriend hated me, that she actually enjoyed spending time and had chemistry with some other guy. Having worked with other songwriters before, I’d figured out that the success or failure of such partnerships often hinged more on how well personalities meshed than it did the abilities of those involved.
Less than an hour after meeting her, we were in her room with her feet pointed at the ceiling and my balls bouncing off her butt cheeks with each thrust.
As Dove hummed what was in her head, I translated onto the piano.
Then if it didn’t sound quite right we tweaked it until it did.
And while I’m not exactly a pip squeak, he beat the shit out of me.
I mean, to the point that I kinda felt lucky I only wound up with a broken jaw and some badly bruised ribs.