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“You killed it,” the guitarist says, taking the microphone from me. “You up for singing another one?”
“Not tonight.” I grin. “But you’ll see me again soon.”
“I hope so.”
I bounce off stage, and Trevor is at the bottom of the steps waiting for me. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. “I had no idea you could sing like that.”
“It’s nothing.”
“It’s not nothing. Your voice is beautiful. Have you been singing your whole life?” he says, guiding me back to our bench.
“My dad used to sing. Some of my fondest memories are of us dancing around the house. We’d both be singing as he twirled me from room to room. Johnny Cash, Michael Jackson, Whitney Houston, Snoop Dogg—our playlist was endless.”
“Snoop Dogg?”
“Oh yeah.” I nod. “My dad could spit out a mean beat.”
“Do you want to do it again?” he asks, nodding toward the stage. “I’d love to hear you sing something else.”
“Definitely, but not tonight. I think once was enough considering I’ve never sung in public before. Why are you smiling at me like that?”
“Because you amaze me. Everything about you amazes me.” He blinks. “Come on, Tiny Singer, let’s get you home.”
Trevor and I talk and laugh the entire way to my place, which doesn’t take long, and when he pulls into my driveway, he puts his truck in park. “Don’t move.”
He jumps out, jogs around the front, and opens my door. With my hand in his, he helps me out and walks me to the front door.
“Do you do that with all the girls?”
“I told you before, it’s just you.”
Grinning, I pull my keys out of my pocket. “Would you like to come in?”
Trevor takes my hand when I reach for the doorknob. “Not tonight,” he says, pulling me in for a kiss.
“Really?” I sigh. “Because tonight was perfect, and I thought we’d end it with a replay of last night.” I fist my hands in the front of his shirt.
“Tonight was perfect, and last night…” He shakes his head and smiles wryly. “Last night was phenomenal. But I’ve never done this before,” he says, motioning between us. “And you’re taking a chance on me, so I really want to do this the right way.”
Ugh…can he get any more perfect?
“And by the right way, you mean you’re going to end the date with a chaste kiss, and you’ll call me in a few days to set up our next one?”
“Hell no.” Trevor curls his fingers around the back of my neck. Using his thumbs, he tilts my face up. His lips linger above mine. “We’re going to end with a heated kiss that I hope will leave you thinking about me all n
ight long and well into the morning, and then I’m going to pick you up again tomorrow night for another date.”
“Another date?”
“I’m prepared to woo you, Red. That means lots of dates. I’m talking dinner, dancing, movies, walks on the beach… If it’s something new couples do, we’re going to do it.”
Giddiness bubbles up inside of me. “No one has ever wooed me before.”
“No?” he whispers, lowering his head.
I shake my head, my eyes dropping to his sinfully full lips.
“Well, hold on tight, sweetheart, because I’m about to woo the hell out of you.”
