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“Lena is at your house,” Maeve chimed from behind me. “She’s determined to finish that song that she’s been writing now. I think you inspired her.”
That made me stop, and I turned around. “Really?”
“Yeah, you’ve always inspired her—before she ever met you,” Maeve clarified, setting her shopping bags down at her feet. “I mean, I was obsessed with how hot Tyson was, and I like music…but Lena is different.”
“How so?”
“She feels the music. You know, I once read this quote that was like, some people see the sunset, and some people feel it. That’s Lena. She feels the sunset. So, she was always obsessed with how much talent you had—and the feeling you brought to the music through your voice and lyrics. She always said she could feel what you were feeling.”
“Yeah?” I choked out, feeling all kinds of emotions about it. “That’s, uh, interesting.”
“It is,” Maeve said curtly. “That’s why you need to be careful with her. You think she doesn’t care about you, but she does. She’ll never tell you that though.”
I shook my head. “I think our relationship is clear.”
Clear as fucking mud.
She gave me a look, but I didn’t stay to hear what she had to say, rushing right out to the car. I knew that Lena was warming up to me, but there was no way that she had real feelings for me. She couldn’t stand me. It was obvious, right?
Right. It is.
That’s what had always made things between us safe. We didn’t like each other. Now, we might be considered friends, but people couldn’t hate each other and then fall into a real relationship…
My head spun as I made the fifteen-minute drive to my own place, and I wasn’t surprised when I pulled up to see Lena’s car there. She’d probably made the security guard follow her. I parked the car in the garage and went in the side door, seeing Frank, a burly six-foot-something white-headed guy, sitting on the couch.
“Hey, man,” I greeted him.
“Hey.” He gave me a nod. “Your new fiancée is a piece of work. She’s very independent.”
“Yeah, she’s something,” I grunted, heading up the stairs. “Is she in the music room?”
“I think so,” he called over his shoulder, some old movie playing on the TV. “She’s been up there since we got here.”
I nodded, taking the steps two at a time. For some reason, I was strangely excited to see her, though I wasn’t sure why. I had to break it to her that we had a red-carpet premiere to go to—and that she needed to stay here overnight more often.
And I had no idea how she was gonna take that.
I caught myself opening the door slowly, the sound of her voice catching my ear.
“I don’t want anyone, I don’t want anyone, but I want you.” The words flowed perfectly with the music she had written, and my heart jumped at the sound of her haunting voice. I pushed the door open more, and it creaked.
Fuck me.
The music stopped and she spun around on the bench, her cheeks red. “Oh my god. Did you hear that?”
I grinned. “Yeah, I did. Well, the last phrase, anyway.”
“Oh…”
I held her gaze. “It was beautiful.”
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LENA
“You really think so?” I couldn’t help but ask the question, embarrassed that he’d caught any part of the song. It wasn’t that well put together yet, and I was still struggling with the words.
“I do like it.” He sat on the bench beside me, his body brushing against mine. “I think it was really good. Will you play what you have for me?”
