Never show you care, never show your tears
We dance like lovers, whose love can’t start
You burn, you burn
You burn my melted heart.
I wish things could be different
That things could change
Our love, our love
We could forever keep as flames.
What will it take, what can I give
So that you’ll hold my melted heart
So that you’ll keep my melted heart
So that you’ll be my melted heart.
His voice permeated the air, thick with something more than talent, and I wondered how many women he’d written songs for. I’d listened to his music – a lot – since I’d gotten to know him more and didn’t recognise anything that seemed as personal as this.
“Is that about me?” Because to think was to speak. Always.
“Would it matter if it was?”
“Maybe.”
“Why would it matter?”
“Because. This isn’t just about buying that building any more, is it?”
He shook his head. “I think it stopped being just that weeks ago.”
I nodded, unsure of what to say.
I’d never been in love before. I hadn’t been in love with either of my two husbands – I was in lust with one, yes, and the other – it was convenience. I’d never been scared before. Not about being hurt, because I knew I could look after myself, but at the knowledge I could hurt someone else.
“It did.”
“Come to bed with me?”
Liam put down his guitar and stepped towards me. Moonlight glinted through the open window. He offered his hand and I took it, letting him lead me towards the large bed, covered in white cotton sheets that almost felt as good as the man who was starting to strip me down, slowly, savouring each minute.
He peeled off my sweater and T-shirt, I undid my jeans and when I stood there in my bra and knickers, his eyes stayed glued.
“I didn’t think women like you actually existed. I thought they were made up.”
“What are women like me like?”
He smiled, undid the clasp of my bra. “Gorgeous. Curves. Intelligent. Independent. Take no shit. Loyal to their friends. Honest. Perfect.”
“You think highly of me.”
He nodded, his hands, moving over my skin.
