Well, to be quite honest, the only reason is because Jeff’s been in Barbados the past couple of weeks, and so therefore was not able to host awesome-rock-n’-roll-party-all-night gigs. Yeah, yeah, I’d been to clubs, dances, other people’s parties. But Jeff’s? Well, his is at the top of the list. A must have. And finally, I was on the “inâ€? list.
I looked over at Rod, his dark shades down over his pale green eyes, his blond hair slicked back beautifully, his fingers tapping on the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music. Sure, he was a little spoiled. Sure, he was a little full of himself. And sure, yeah, he didn’t have the best sense of humor. But ya know? I loved him anyway. He was beautiful, he was a great kisser, he was compassionate about me, about us. Plus, he knew me. He knew me like no one else did.