The Biker's Rules
And somehow, deep down, I know tonight is far from over.
I found a love, for me
Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead
“I love this song from Ed Sheeran.”
“Sheeran … she ran … he ran … we all ran from Sheeran … his name is funny,” Kiara boffs, nearly folding in half over the table, and I collapse into giggles with her.
Oh no.
We have the giggles. The bad kind. The uncontrollable, everything-is-hilarious kind.
The room feels softer around the edges. Like someone smeared Vaseline over my eyeballs. I blink once. Twice. The stage lights stretch into glowing streaks.