There’s a damn good chance I might break.
I know it’s been hard on ya, baby, just give in to me
My heart can’t take one more night without cha, baby, give in to me
I know you wanna do what’s right but, baby, I can’t wait
Give in to me.
Every night I close my eyes, I see you there
Baby blue eyes and long blonde hair
The years slip by and you’re still not mine
When will it ever be our time?
I know it’s been hard on ya, baby, just give in to me
My heart can’t take one more night without you, baby, please give in to me
I know you wanna do what’s right but, baby, I can’t wait
Give in to me
Give in to me
Give in to me.
As the last chord fades out, Linc twists his head, the heat of his breath fanning my face. “We sound pretty damn good together.”
I laugh. A deep belly laugh that has me rolling over. “You’re so full of shit.”
His smile falters when his eyes land on my lips. “I think you’ve written your first hit, Linc. It’s beautiful.”
The silence hangs between us like a dark cloud. Deep down I know whom that song is about, but I am too afraid to acknowledge it.
Linc’s hand drifts up to cup my cheek, brushing his thumb back and forth across my fevered skin. I close my eyes, trying to fight the urge to give in to him but it’s too hard and my body betrays me, leaning in to his touch. “Every song. Every lyric. My heart only sings for you.”
Opening my eyes, I part my lips. My heart burns in my chest. His mouth moves closer until I am drowning in his scent, his eyes, his unforgettable words. They swirl around me, twisting and knotting until my heart is a tangled web of hope and despair.
Caroline’s voice crackles over the baby monitor, sharply yanking me back down to reality. With a shaky sigh, I pull his hand from my face and push to my feet.
But my steps falter quickly when I run into a pair of dark brown eyes.
But it may as well have been a brick wall.
Dean is standing just a few feet away. His eyes narrowed, punching me in the gut with his knowing gaze. My heart thumps hard against my chest, desperate to run away.
What did he see?
Just as quickly as the anger steals his face, it’s gone. Almost like a trigger being pulled.
Cocked one minute.
Unloaded the next.
But the anger isn’t what he gives us. It is another side of Dean that frightens me even more.
