Let the city lights fade and the day burn out
She’s that slice of heaven I’m thinking ’bout
Firefly, firefly
The light in my night sky
Firefly, firefly
Keep lighting my night sky
I used to hide from the thunder
Used to hide from the rain
But she turned that tide with her sweet smile
And now there’s no more pain
Let the city lights fade and the day burn out
She’s that slice of heaven I’m thinking ’bout
Firefly, firefly
The light in my night sky
Firefly, firefly
Keep lighting my night sky
When he’s done, tears stream down my face. The last of the evening light catches on his wedding ring resting against his chest.
I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hand. “It’s so good. I love it. Frank’s going to flip his lid when he hears it.”
He searches my eyes. “I wrote it for you.”
My eyes get glassy again, and I sniffle. “Thank you. I’m so honored.” No one’s ever done something so nice for me before. My chest swells with emotion. “I love it so much.”
What I really want to say is,I love you.
The thought blares like a foghorn, but I bite back the words. It’s too early in our relationship for that kind of declaration. I know this, and I wish I could flip a switch to feel less, but I can’t.
I study the man next to me and hope and pray I’m not the only one in this. Based on the song, I’m not. But Jace is a songwriter. This is what he does. He uses inspiration to make people fall in love with him and his music.
That’s different than him telling me he loves me.
I would do well to remember that.
Jace sets his guitar behind him and turns to me. “I’m worried I won’t get the other two done in time. They still need a lot of work.”
Here I am, worried about myself, while Jace’s whole career rides on whether or not he can write more music. “Maybe we should go back to the ranch. It’ll be quiet, and you’ll be able to concentrate.”
“Nah. I think I need some time away. Fixing fences this afternoon helped me finish ‘Firefly.’ I’m thinking that’s what I need to do. Work on the ranch. Get out of my head.”
I smile, loving the name. Firefly. “That makes sense.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulders. “How do you feel about horses? Wanna go riding with me tomorrow? Then maybe we can make out in the barn.”
