JUDE
"What are your fears?"
Miko's lips are on my throat, as he kisses my neck, up to my jaw. "What?" he asks distractedly.
"What do you fear?" I ask again, my fingers carding through his hair, pushing it away so that I can look at him better. He is lying on top of me as we make out in his bed. "What are you scared of?"
His eyes sober up, and he sighs, head falling on the crook of my neck. "Baby."
"I am only asking because I feel like I am the only one scared all the time. We are here, messing around and basically risking our careers before it's even off the ground. I wanna know that I am not the only one feeling this way."
"You aren't," he pushes off me and lies next to me. "I am scared all the time, too."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he exhales, taking my fingers in his. "I am afraid that I will never realize myself as a musician. I am afraid I won't make it, even though it's my deepest desire to be a renowned rockstar, famous and a figurehead like all those timeless classic artists."
