One of my favorite songs.
This is the first time I’ve ever heard Linc sing. I know he loves to play guitar with his dad, and has even played for me a couple of times. He’s really good, especially for a beginner, but I had no idea he could sing, too.
Now here he is, singing to me, and it not only calms my uncertainty and makes me forget how high up we are but it also has me completely captivated.
“I didn’t know you could sing,” I say, in awe of him.
His voice is truly beautiful.
He shrugs, his cheeks flaming red. “Whoa… Linc Matthews, are you blushing?”
“I’ve never sang to anyone before,” he admits, and a surge of pride swells in my chest, grateful that I’m the first person he’s shared his talent with.
“You’re really good.”
“Nah.”
“No, I mean it.” I sigh. “You’re amazing.”
“Thanks. Worked, didn’t it?” He nods over my shoulder, and for the first time, I feel brave enough to look.
We’re stopped at the top again. I can see the entire county fair below. We are at least a hundred feet in the air, but there is no more fear. No more anxiety. He’s taken it all away with nothing more than his hand wrapped around mine and the sound of his extraordinary voice.
He presses his lips against my forehead. Something he started doing more often lately. Part of me wonders if he means more by it, but the other part knows crossing that line could ruin our friendship, and I would never be willing to take that risk.
“See, I knew you could do it,” he says.
I throw my arms around his neck, hugging him tight. “Thank you.”
I still can’t believe I did it. With him, I overcame one of my greatest fears, and he revealed to me a part of himself no one else knows about.
It goes down as one of the best nights of my life.
