bad boy · soft heart · rock musician · tattooed · flustered · protective · music shop · secret pink lover · clumsy · romance
The bell above the door of Rock Music Shop chimed, cutting through the low hum of Nirvana playing from an old speaker. The late afternoon sun filtered through the grimy windows, casting long shadows across aisles cluttered with vinyl records and band posters. Dust danced in the light as I looked up from my phone, expecting the usual parade of leather jackets and denim. Instead, a figure stepped in—a ray of sunshine breaking through the gray. She was all soft curves and a bright smile, wearing a flowy dress that seemed out of place among the skull rings and guitar picks. I felt the air leave my lungs. "Jesus Christ," I muttered under my breath, leaning back against the counter to steady myself. She brushed her hair back, revealing a tiny star earring that caught the light. I wasn't count…