"What are you working on?"Ireland asks after sound check, dropping down next to me at the piano."That's not the same song you were writing yesterday."
"Nope.This is a new one."
"Can I hear it?"
"I've only got one verse finished, but I'll play it for you."I place my fingers back on the keys.I start playing, running through the notes I put together while she was sleeping last night."Caught in a whirlwind, emotions collide," I croon to her."Crashing together, craving more and more.A symphony of passion and desire dances through your eyes as I trace the lines of your body, and you set me ablaze.You ignite, and I go up in flames.Bound to you.Bound to you."
"Oh," she whispers."That's really beautiful, Crue."
"Good because it's about you."
She glances up at me, startled.
"I started putting it together last night while you were sleeping."
"Really?"A happy smile lights her up."You're writing a song for me?"
"For you and about you."I brush my lips across her crown.
"That's so cool."She leans her head against my shoulder, humming like a happy little kitten.And then she pops upright."Hey.Can you teach me to play the piano?"
"Why?Are you going to write me a song?"
"No, but I'll sing yours really badly if you teach me."
I chuckle, shaking my head."In that case, no.You already massacred DTF.Find a different band to pick on, Ireland."
She gasps in mock outrage, laughing up at me."Just wait, Crue Blake.I'm going to sing your freaking songs every minute of the day until they haunt you."
I cast my eyes up toward the ceiling."God save me.Please."
She elbows me in the ribs and then squeals when I grab her.
"Hey, lover boy."Asher pops his head into the room."It's time for sound check."
"Oh!Then that means it's time for me to go back to the hotel."Ireland bounces to her feet."I need to get pretty for the show tonight."
"You're already beautiful, Éire."
"Yes, but I need to shower and change because of somethingsomeonedid earlier," she says, shooting me a very pointed look.
Asher glances between the two of us, his brows furrowed."Is this a sex thing?It feels like a sex thing."
"It's not a sex thing," I growl."Stop talking about sex around my wife."
"It's totally a sex thing," Ireland whispers.
Asher grins at her.
"Stop fucking smiling at her."
"Oh, my god!"She pokes me in the ribs."Stop telling everyone to stop smiling at me!It's rude."
"Then they should stop smiling at you," I grumble, annoyed as fuck because Asher's still smiling at her.
She scowls at me and then shakes her head, her scowl fading to a smile as she pushes her way into my arms, flinging hers around me."You're impossible, you know that, rockstar?"
"Yeah.You made me this way, Ireland."I tip my head down, kissing her hard on the mouth."Go get beautiful for the concert before I decide not to let you leave."She starts to slip out of my arms, but I halt her."Be careful, sweet girl.It's crazy out there."
