Crossfade: A Silver City Story (Silver City Stories) by Lilith K. Duat
Max took another snapshot of Fade leaning against the wall wearing a yellow sundress and a leather jacket, naked legs long and ankles crossed. “So, what kind of artist do you want to be?”
“I want to be myself. Authentic.” Fade ran a hand through her hair. “Down to earth.”
“Why not just go by Faye Devereux? Or even Faye?”
Fade caressed the neck of her guitar and Max captured it on film. “Gotta have some mystery.” She smiled. She lifted the hem of her dress to show more thigh. She turned to Max and walked toward her while Max walked backward. Her legs hit the loveseat. Fade put her hand over the polaroid camera and lowered it from Max’s face. Fade’s skin smelled like peaches and cream, her mouth tasted like mixed berries.
When the kiss broke, and Fade came in for a second one, Max leaned back. “I don’t want to make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
Fade smiled, a sharp but gentle crescent. “That’s why I want to.” She kissed Max again, and Max was receptive.