The motel room smelled like stale coffee and cheap jasmine air freshener. Outside, the neon sign buzzed, bleeding pink light through the thin curtains.
"Then don't stop," Demi said softly. "Just… turn. Change direction. I'll walk with you." coco lovelock and demi hawks
Demi pushed off the dresser and crossed the room in three slow steps. She didn't sit beside Coco. Instead, she knelt in front of her, reaching out to take Coco's hands. Their fingers intertwined—Demi's calloused from guitar strings, Coco's cold from gripping the steering wheel too hard. The motel room smelled like stale coffee and
"You didn't have to come," Coco said, not looking up. the neon sign buzzed