Kelly
I wish I could stay here forever, gripping this adorable dog and not looking at or talking to anyone else.
I pull back far enough to look at Coda's adorable face, and he lifts his chin to lick me again, then sits contentedly, tongue lolling out of his doggy grin.
"Traitor," Crash says behind me.
I scratch Coda on both sides of his face and he groans with pleasure. "Such a flirt!"
"Stupid dog," Merv grumbles.
Tommy laughs. "Coda's never warmed to Merv." Then he goes back to fingering something on the guitar in his lap.
That's right, the guys are writing. A new song. Probably lots of new songs. For their next album. For their tour.
I rest my cheek on Coda's broad head for a second.
You knew it would be like this. You knew you'd miss it. They've given you a chance to be free for a while. Just enjoy it while you can. Don't ask for anything. Don't take anything you can't live without when they leave again.
