“Do you know how much that costs?” Damn, she wished she could see his eyes. It was too hard to read him with those glasses hiding his expression.
“You only live once. Come on. I’m trying to win you over here.”
“But—”
“It’s my treat.”
“No. We’re splitting everything down the middle.”
“Exactly.” He took a sip of his drink. “Everything but this.” Tilting his head down, those magnetic eyes peeked over the rim of his glasses. “You know, I’ve had enough of this splitting-things-down-the-middle crap. I’m taking you out like you deserve, and I’m paying, exactly like a guy should when he takes a girl on a date. Kick and scream. Make a scene. Do what you need to, Skye, but my mind’s made up.”
“Your mind’s made up?” She couldn’t keep herself from smiling.
He looked adorable, trying to take control, and while she admitted it was sexy, he didn’t know her very well. She always paid her way.
He nodded and put words to the melody he’d been humming all day, keeping his voice low. She leaned forward to catch his song.
I was confused,
Lost in nothing but my mind,
Trapped and silent within the crowd,
Until you found me.
Insanity,
It was meant to be.
My heart broken,
My soul aflame,
Until I found you.
I’m where I belong.
Light and sound,
All around.
Stuck where nothing is real,
Blackness swallowing me within the crowd,
Until you found me.
Insanity,
It was meant to be.
Her stomach droppedas the liquid tones of his voice dipped into her soul, carved out a pocket, and took root. The magic of his words transported her to another place, and she wasn’t the only one affected. The other diners stopped eating and stared.
She’d never been sung to, and she didn’t know how to react, not when he held her spellbound and wanting more.
“Ash,” she breathed out, blinking and shaking her head, unable to form a coherent thought. “Where’s that song from?”
“That’s the one I was working on last night,” he said with a self-satisfied grin, “for you. Did you like it?”
