“Make yourself at home.” He waited until she’d curled up on the small couch across from his chair before picking up his guitar and sitting down. “Do you mind? I’ve got a melody going and I want to get it out.”
“That’s why I came in.” She snuggled into the couch and laid her head against the armrest. He was brutally honest with her earlier—the least she could do was give him something in return. “I missed listening to you play.”
“I missed having someone to play for all the time.”
Heat crept across her chest and her stomach clenched. “Where do you see this going? Us going?”
“Forward, I hope.”
“It’s hard to see a way forward,” she admitted.
“All I see right now is that you’re really far away.”
She didn’t know if he meant metaphorically or right at that moment. “I can’t be any closer right now.”
“What will it take to get you next to me?” His fingers continued to move over the strings, softly strumming a song she didn’t recognize.
“I don’t know yet,” she whispered. “I’m trying to figure that out myself.”
He nodded. “Thank you for coming. I meant what I said earlier—I’ll do what it takes to make you believe in me—in us—again.”
It was up to her. She’d taken that first free-falling step. Now she needed to follow the path ahead of her and see where it took her. To a future with Luke? Or one without him?
“Will you keep playing for me?”
“Always.”
