Road life vs home life

"we're a long way from pizza houses and bars, baby." Hair and make-up had been done and she was postured up. Last minute adjustments and hotel room antics.

I passed her a joint as I fumbled with the buttons. I muttered something about leaving the bottom stud undone and she shook her head...and she smiled.

I'd made some mad dash escape

from Orlando to Austin to get here.

For this.

To see her honeyed eyes light up. To see it all click.

I wanted to see her, as she took it all in.

I watched her hand quiver in the pass...I took an inhale and took her hand.

Pulling her in to me. I needed her close to me. I needed to take the self-doubt from her mind.

There was the rapid *beat. Beat! beat!!!" Of her heart. I wanted to believe she smelled like me. But... She smelled like her and so I shut it down.

And I whisper something akin to, "you've got this, babes." I felt her grip tighten and her head bend into my chest. "You're here," she says, "that's all that matters."