“This town..” Chino’s soft voice filled the room as he held you against his chest, his back against the headboard.

The pills weren’t working for your insomnia right now, and it was too late to go to the pharmacy. And now here you were—Chino singing his acoustic songs to you like a lullaby.

“Don’t feel mine…” Chino placed a gentle kiss atop your head. “I’m faaaast to get away..”