Free Surrender to Me by Monica James

in my throat when I see him. He looks like he
belongs on every cover of every music magazine, with his face plastered on the
walls of pubescent teenage girls all around the world. He looks like a Rock
God!
    He never dresses to impress because he is simply impressive, without
even trying. He is wearing tight, and when I say tight, I mean TIGHT black
jeans with a black belt. Peering up at his chest, I have to rub my eyes to
ensure I am not seeing things, as he has cut the sleeves off a white t-shirt
with a logo that looks all too familiar. The t-shirt he is wearing reads, The
Culinary Institute of America, and only he can pull off wearing my t-shirt,
looking like a total hottie. I bet he stole it from my room, the little thief!
It is too big to wear anywhere apart from the bedroom, as it dwarfs my tiny
frame. But on Jasper, it fits perfectly.
    Staring open-mouthed, my approaching tears sting my eyes because I
know he is wearing this for me. I know that he harbours no ill-feelings towards
me after our argument, and I promise myself then and there, to never let Indie
or my insecurities get the better of me ever again. He has told me without a
single word that he loves me, and that everything is okay.
    He cups the microphone and lets out a growl, which sends my skin
into a fury. His voice always does this to me, but tonight, after seeing him
all but declaring he belongs to me, I am breathing embarrassingly heavy.
    Jasper starts singing, and I chant along with him as I have
memorized the lyrics by heart. When he pulls away to catch a breath, his eyes
light up when they lock with mine. And I can instantly tell by the huge grin
that is plastered all over his face, he is more than happy that I am here. My
heart does a tiny backflip, and I give him a wave with my pointer finger. He
gives me a quick wink and goes back to ruling the stage.
    Hugging my arms into my chest, I am quite certain I look like a
swooning schoolgirl, but I could care less because the man I love, more than
life itself, loves me back just as much.
    Lost in all things Jasper, I fail to notice Indie glaring at me from
across the stage, until halfway through the performance. So I do all I can do
in a situation like this.
    I cross my arms over my chest smugly, and raise an arrogant eyebrow
her way. I know she reads my self-satisfied smirk for what it is, but just in
case she is totally oblivious to my gloating, I flip her the bird and blow her
a kiss with it.
    Suck it, bitch.
     
    *****
     
    The set was amazing, and after the boys finish up, I wait for the
main act, Flames, to hit the stage. I am not sure if I am allowed to stay
onstage, but I am assuming this VIP pass entitles me to stay up here for the
whole show. I haven’t been told otherwise, so I wait quietly, hoping Jasper
will come out and join me.
    My hopes are answered when I feel and smell Jasper behind me. His
presence surrounds me, and wraps me in its warm embrace.
    Twisting around to meet him face to face, I do what is appropriate
in a circumstance such as this; I kiss the living hell out of him. As I wrap my
arms around his taunt neck and tug his tousled hair, I accede my kissing to
express how sorry I am. He kisses me back with as much force, and I am drowning
in all things Jasper.
    Pulling away all too quickly, he rewards me with a small smirk. “Hey
you.”
    I nuzzle into his cheek, smelling his warm scent. “Hey yourself.
Nice shirt.”
    Jasper chuckles softly as he tightens his grip around me, but I know
what I have to do. Pulling back to study his cerulean eyes, I know I am
forgiven for today. And I also know I have to tell him about Harper, and just
hope he is in a forgiving mood when I plead guilty. I am going to be upfront,
and can only hope he understands.
    I am unaware I’m gnawing my bottom lip to bits until Jasper releases
it with his thumb. Peering up at him, I witness his small smirk turn into a
coma inducing smile, as he is well aware of what he does to me. But this time
around, I am