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“I’ll buy you a bigger house.”
“Stop,” I laughed, shaking my head. “That’s ridiculous. Can I play this?”
“I was hoping you would.” He held my eyes as I sat down on the bench, adjusting myself. I wiggled my fingers, hovering over the keys. “Why don’t you play that tune you played at the school? I didn’t recognize it.”
“I wrote it,” I said softly, starting out in the key of C. “A while ago. It doesn’t have any lyrics though. I’m not so great at that.”
“Here.” Jackson slid onto the bench beside me, his hands falling on the keys with ease. No matter how big of a asshole he was, he was incredibly talented—and that’s why I’d always liked the band. He began to play the tune I had written, and I leaned back in surprise.
“You really listened to it, didn’t you?”
“Yeah, I did,” he laughed. “It was really good. I was hoping that you had some words for it.”
“I don’t…” I frowned. “Every time I try, they don’t seem to do the music justice.”
“I understand that.” Jackson’s shoulder pressed against mine. “You know, any time you want to come up here and use this room, you can.”
My hands stopped. “What?”
“Yeah, you know, we’re engaged now, so you should probably be around here more often. Otherwise, it’s going to look weird. So, you can hang out and use my music room as much as you want—even if we weren’t, you know…you can still come here and use it. I’ll give you a key.”
“To your house?” I couldn’t hide the shock from my voice.
“Yeah,” he laughed. “Stop making it weird.”
“That’s just a lot—and you just said that people steal stuff from you. How do you know I’m not going to do the same?”
He raised a brow at me. “Well, I highly doubt you’d steal anything. You won’t even take the money that I offered you.”
“Touché.” I shrugged, and then began to play the song again. I hummed along with it, stopping at a riff to look at Jackson. “That’s kind of the melody I was going for.”
He nodded. “I like it. Keep going.”
I blushed, but did as he asked, making my way through the second verse, chorus, and then bridge. When I made it to the end, I held out the last note. “It seems so stupid to just hum along.”
“That’s how you eventually come up with words—sometimes.”
“I guess, but I’ve never had a problem coming up with words until this song. It just feels like nothing is good enough. Maybe you can come up with words.” I suggested it with caution, not sure how he would respond.
“Really?” He looked surprised. “You want me to help you?”
“I mean, if you can come up with some words, that would be great,” I laughed, shrugging. “I seriously wrote this years ago, and while I’ve perfected the music, I just can’t get the lyrics.”
He nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll see what I can come up with…but that means you have to come over more.”
My heart flip-flopped in my chest. “Well…I guess I could…”
“Good, you should.” He leaned in, and for a moment I thought he might kiss me, but then his head dropped away to the keys. “In the meantime, I’ll see what I can do.”
My gaze shifted, suddenly realizing that he wasn’t staring at the keys. No, Jackson was staring at the ring on my left hand. It’d been on the entire time tonight, as I’d forgotten to take it off.
28
JACKSON
“This is going well.” Genna beamed, filling the screen in front of us with images of Lena and me getting into the car at the wedding. “Choosing to leave early kind of solidified the relationship. And you got a little heated with paparazzi. I think that was a good move as well.”
Well, holy shit. She’s actually complimenting me.
