Chapter 66 One Take

• MARISOL
• I sat still for a moment, trying to stay centered, but my mind wouldn’t quiet. As I settled back into the booth, I glanced down at the lyrics again, even though I didn’t need to. My eyes scanned the lines, but my thoughts weren’t on the music anymore. They were on the warmth of Carlos’s lips on my hand, a hum that still hadn’t completely left my skin.
• Was I imagining it? That electric pull? That sense that something had shifted inside me, just a degree off-center?