Jenna inhales deeply as she opens her eyes. She goes to stretch but stops when she feels a hand on her tit. She smiles slightly, lacing her fingers with his as she moves his hand under her borrowed shirt.

Michael furrows his brows as he starts to wake up. He lifts his head and sees his arm disappearing under his Marilyn Manson shirt. He's confused at first but when he feels Jenna's fingers locked with his, he has to bite back a smirk.

He frees his hand to pull her hair behind her shoulder, pressing lazy kisses against her neck. She hums, tilting her head to the side more for him to have more room.

As she turns on her back, he pushes her shirt up, kissing her flushed, exposed skin.

Jenna runs her finger through his hair as she spreads her legs, her knees on either side of him. Michael's lips trail down her torso to the waistband of her panties. She breathes out a shaky laugh, her toes curling in anticipation.

After a while of teasing, Michael's following Jenna's quiet demands. In one movement, his hips are flush with hers.

She squeals- fucking squeals.

She hasn't had sex in a long time- too long- well, satisfying sex in a long time. She's been with other guys but none came close to her ex boyfriend, Tiny.

Tiny, heh, is such an oxymoron. He's six foot six, built as hell and inked from head to toe.

Anyways-

Jenna cries out as she comes, her legs around Michael's waist. He pulls back from her, flopping on his back beside her, a sexed out smile on his face that matches her.

She giggles quietly, her face red and sweaty, her fingers blindly finding his to lace with.

"I like your friends." She whispers, rolling on her front, looking up at him.

"They like you too." He responds, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I gotta go to the studio today to pick up some thing, I don't remember what." He rubs his face. "You wanna go with?"

"Sure." She nods, scooting over to rest her head on his shoulder.

His arm snakes around her waist, his hand resting innocently on her hip. "Let's take a shower."

She grins and hops out of his bed, the sheets hanging off the bed as he follows her.

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"Wow."

"Huh?" Michael looks up from the sign in sheet. He smiles at the intern behind the desk as he takes a visitor sticker from him. He peels it off the backing then presses it against his girlfriend's chest, mostly on her breast, patting it into place a little bit longer than needed.

She laughs and pushes his hand away. "This is where you work, huh?"

"Yes ma'am." He nods, taking her hand. "C'mon, I'll show you 'round." Jenna grins and squeezes his hand. "This is where Morgan usually records."

"What about you?"

"Oh, no, I don't- I just write, not real big on singin'."

"Why not? You got a nice voice." She says, opening the door.

"Jenna!" Morgan grins as he exits the booth.

"Hey Morgan." She laughs back.

"This is Joey, he's the best of the best." Michael says, pointing to the guy behind the soundboard.

"Hey." Jenna smiles. "Nice to meet you."

"So you're the famous Jenna." He says, turning in his chair to face her. "Listen to this." He hits a button and a song starts playing.

It sounds familiar.

Wait.

Wait a damn minute!!

"We wrote this!" She squeaks, looking between her boyfriend and new friend. "Holy shit!"

"Not we." Michael says, sitting on the couch with Morgan. "You."

"No, y'all boys helped-"

"No, you shot down our ideas and wrote your own."

"I'm sorry, I-"

"The hell're you sorry for?" Michael laughs.

"Yeah, this is such a great track." Joey says, pausing it. "Seriously."

"Thanks." She grins.

"You have any others you wrote?" He asks, looking up at her. "You wanna get in there and record them?"

"Me?"

"You're the only you I'm talking to."

She laughs. "Is that- I'm not-"

"She'll do it." Morgan interrupts.

"Morgan."

"Okay." Joey nods. "You wanna get me the track and I'll get it queued up after lunch?"

"Uh- yeah." She nods then turns and looks at Michael. "I don't- it's written down, I don't have it recorded on nothin'."

"That's fine. You can play whatever then sing." He says as he stands. "I'll be back in like half an hour, forty five minutes."

When the door shuts, Jenna drops herself in between the two on the couch. "Holy shit."

"You okay, baby?"

"What is happening?" She mutters to herself. "I- it's- what?" She runs a hand through her hair. "What just happened?"

"You might have a shot at a record deal." Morgan says. "He loves that song."

"C'mon, let's practice your song 'fore he comes back."

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"All set?" Joey asks, leaning forward on his elbows.

Jenna glances at Michael as he stands behind Joey and nods. "Ready."

"Usually I'm put together. Most the time I'm fine. Normally I break up better. But, baby, not this time...

Yeah, I don't know what to do about it. I'm laying in bed about it (I'm laying in bed about it). Yeah, I'm tryna keep my cool about it. Get up out my head about it (get up out my head about it)..."

She wrote this song about Tiny, her ex boyfriend. They were going to get married, have a future together and all that but they had an extremely hard break up.

It still kind of bugs her.

"...But baby, I'm still broken up about it. Yeah, I've had it up to here, had enough about it. Maybe I will open up about it. Yeah, but only if I drink until I'm drunk about it. Lord knows, I wish that I could say that I'll be fine. But, baby, I'm still broken up about it (Baby, I'm still broken up about it)..."

Jenna and Tiny grew up together back in Kentucky. When she told him she was leaving, he tried to do everything he could to keep her in Lawrenceburg. He finally let her go and they dated almost all throughout college but she found out he was cheating on her.

"...Yeah, I guess that karma knows my name 'cause she called me up the other night. Mama always knew just what to say but now she ain't on my side..."

Her mother had told her if she tried a little harder to keep Tiny happy, he would've never cheated on her.

She feels like it's her fault, kind of.

She's singing with such passion and she's putting her emotions out there, emotions she thought she was ignoring, ones she thought she'd never think about again.

Tearing off this bandaid makes the wounds feel so fresh.

Does she still love him?

Maybe.

It's kind of an unfinished chapter.

"Wow, you sounded great, baby." Michael says, wrapping her in a hug.

She swallows hard and nods, tears in her throat. "I should probably get home."

"I'll drive you." Michael says, slightly furrowing his brows. "C'mon." Jenna excuses herself out to the hallway, leaving the guys to talk.

Things just turned weird within three minutes and nine seconds.

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