He laced his fingers into mine, his skin was warm on mine and I liked the way his long pale fingers were wrapped around mine,as we sat together on the filthy couch that was in his van, how he managed to fit it in there with all his band equiptment was beyond me. He had his legs propted up on a huge amp my head was resting on his shoulder.
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