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“You’re so great. My favorite human ever.”
She hugged him back and smiled. Because she felt the same about him.
And one of these days she was going to show him how amazing he was.
Even if it took the rest of her life, that would be her mission.
She let him lead her to the sofa where she sat down.
He let go of her hands and bent to the guitar case he’d placed on the floor. Unclipping the latches, he revealed a gorgeous acoustic 6-string. Sabine didn’t know anything about guitars, but it looked brand new.
He took the guitar out of the case, sat down on the coffee table and set it across his legs.
“You look nervous,” he said with a sly smile.
She clasped her hands in her lap. “I don’t know anything about guitars, and I’m worried I’m going to say something stupid.”
He grinned and his tongue shot out to touch his bottom lip as he began fiddling with the knobs on the instrument. “God, you’re cute.”
She forced a nervous laugh and waggled her eyebrows. “Yep. Just keep thinking I’m cute. Pretend like my ignorance isn’t even here.”
He ran his tongue over his teeth, still smiling. “I can teach you whatever you want to learn.”
Something about his tone held a lot more promise than when other people said things like that. And she knew he meant it. If she wanted to learn something, he’d show her.
And he’d probably be really nice about it too.
“I wrote you something,” he said, doing a test strum.
Sabine thought about all the songs he’d been writing with Zara and what Mandy had said.
Was it one of those?
“Something no one has heard yet,” he added.
That answered that question.
He looked up then and caught her with those dark blue dreamy eyes.
“Would you like to hear it?”
She nodded, her heart fluttering around in her chest like a drunk hummingbird.
He strummed a note and stopped. He took a breath and let it out. “I feel like I should warn you, it’s not like the stuff I normally do.”
“Okay,” she said. It could be a Scottish Opera. She was going to love it no matter what. He wrote her a freaking song. No one had ever written her a song. No one had even written her a love note. He could literally do no wrong at this point.
But when he started playing, goosebumps broke out along her arms and legs. And she realized she had greatly underestimated this moment.
And then he sang to her. He was right. It wasn’t like his usual stuff. It was soft, and sweet. An actual love ballad.
“Never did I try,
To think that I,
Could find someone who makes me feel alive.
More than that,
