I sigh out a breath of relief as I finally finished the song that I have been writing since Tuesday morning.

The memory of Bea snoring while I practiced said song urges a small smile to break out onto my face.

Unfortunately this smile is immediately replaced with a frown when I realize that she is not my friend anymore.

I retrieve my pen from beside my leg and scribble the word 'resentment' across the top of the page.

This is the perfect word to describe my feelings towards Sean.

There is a knock on the door before it swings open to reveal my producer.

I smile at her.

"Hey! How have you been?" I ask since I have not seen her in a few months

The dark haired woman smiles at my question.

"Pretty bored without you honestly" she answers as she closes the door behind her body

A smile breaks out onto my face at her possible compliment.

I avoid eye contact with her as I feel my cheeks tingle.

Moments like these are when I am glad that I do not blush.

"Aww! Is that a new song for me?" She jokes as she makes her way over to me

I glance up from my hands to look at the older woman.

I decide that this is a bad idea the longer I continue to stare at her.

My producer is a thirty one year old woman who has two kids, they are twins.

Her dark hair flows effortlessly over her shoulders in soft waves.

This does nothing but make me want to run my hands through it.

My eyes trail further down her body landing on her-

I swear I feel my heart beat out of my chest when I notice her rather large breasts sitting perkily in her tank top.

Although this riles something up in between my legs that is not what catches my attention.

I notice four small balls pressing against the fabric of her tank top, two small balls on each side.

Are- Are her nipples...pierced?

I feel my jaw drop a little as a hoard of butterflies fly around my lower belly.

Who knew a piercing could turn someone on so much?!

I do not miss the half sleeve of tattoos on one of her arms.

My eyes try to trail lower but I close them before they get the chance to.

Stop it Delaney!

You do this every time you see her!

There is only a matter of time before she calls you out on it!

"Y-Yeah" I stand up from the futon and show it to her

The dark haired girl surprises me by peaking over my shoulder.

My entire body freezes as I feel her steady exhales brush against the side of my neck.

Ugh! I do not understand these feelings!

Ever since I met my producer she has ignited something inside of me. Something that Sean has never awaken before.

Why her?! Why someone that I cannot have?!

"I'm assuming that this is about Sean" she comments

I furrow my eyebrows.

I go to ask her what she is talking about only to remember that she was reading the song.

"How can you tell?" I question rather stiffly due to her still being pretty close to me

I am slightly relieved when she walks around me so that she is standing in front of me.

"I don't hate you babe, it's worse than that,"

A small smile makes its way onto my face at her quoting my lyrics.

"That line makes it pretty obvious" she comments

I chuckle at this.

"Yeah, it is about him" I confirm her suspicions

She frowns at this, silently apologizing.

"Do you want to record it?" She ask

By her to alone I can tell that she does not want to push me.

Though she is hesitant I nod my head immediately.

"Lets make a record!" I try to liven the mood.

-

My producer and I just spent five whole hours recording my guitar playing alone.

She wanted to make sure that that we got a perfect take meanwhile I was fine with some imperfections.

It makes the song sound more real in my opinion.

"But I don't hate you, babe, it's worse than that,"

"'Cause you hurt me and I'm more than sad,"

"I've been building up this thing for months..."

"...Resentment." I lightly sigh out, finishing the song.

I keep my headphones on as I wait for her to say something to me, whether that be a critique or another run through.

I see her move her computer mouse around and clique some things on her screen.

"Can you sing the last four verses for me again, baby?" She asks

My heart goes stir crazy in my chest as the simple term of endearment.

I groan at this.

Ugh! Since when do I have raging mommy issues?!

My mother is not even dead!

Sure she may have different values than me, but she is not dead.

I hear my producers chuckle flow out of the large earphones to meet my ears.

"This should be the last take" she assures me

I playfully pout at her.

"Promise?"

Honestly my throat is beginning to hurt.

My assumption is that this is from all of the yelling I was doing earlier this week, not to mention the crying I have been doing all week.

"I promise," she smirks

I nod my head as a way to tell her that I understand.

"Are you ready?" She raises a brow at me

I feel a chill slowly go down my spine and rest in between my thighs.

This causes me to squeeze said thighs together.

"For- For what?" I involuntarily stumble over my words

The older woman furrows her eyebrows at my question.

"To sing the last four verses...?" She trails off with a confused tone of voice

Oh right!

I bring one of my hands up to connect with my forehead.

Stop thinking with your vagina!

She is over ten years older than you Delaney!

Get a grip.