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And damn it, now the charmer’s gone done it. I wonder if he knows that I once tinkered with songwriting myself, and even penned one about the sinful gallantry of all Italian men. Maybe I’ll take it out, dust it off, and add a few Spaniards to the list. Is he distantly related to any of them? Cortés, Picasso, Cervantes. Palladio, Alighieri, Puccini. I can envision any or all of their DNA in him.
But only my new sigh has to suffice as an answer. If he doesn’t get to pry, neither do I.
I’ll have to learn what I can from the part he is sharing so freely with me. A part that’s deep and layered…and even sacred. I can’t find another word to describe the feeling that washes over me as he begins to strum his guitar. The song is still rough so he stops and starts with it, but I don’t mind. In a special way, that makes the concert an even more divine experience.
It gets even better when he starts to hum.
The man’s vocal chords must be molded from the same gold of his gaze. Though he stays in a lush baritone range, there are some notes that have him stretching for different notes. It’s all pure vocal silk. An experience that bonds me to him just like his beautiful body did. This time, we’re unified in musical intercourse. Joined by soft melody. Kissing via cadence and canon.
But there is one thing missing…
“No lyrics?” I ask, lifting my quizzical look toward his increasingly perfect face. How is he doing that? Are the lights in here on timers, set to make him look even hotter as the hours pass? If so, when do they recalibrate? Am I going to wake up tomorrow morning in the arms of something with bulging eyes and tusks?
Ohhhh no.
Just no, no, no.
Don’t even dare it, missie.
The introspection across Darian’s face is a perfect stage hook for my truant thoughts. I agreed to stay for some food—and now, maybe the best pop-up mini concert of my life—and then I’m out of here. No sleep-over fun. No more of the other fun either. After he finishes taking my breath away with this song, I’m back in my killer heels and then out of here.
“Haven’t gotten to lyrics yet,” he finally replies to me in a low husk. He does that sexy-as-shit starting and stopping thing again, experimenting with notes of a bridge for the song, before adding, “Didn’t have any inspiration. Now I think that problem’s solved.”
Okay now, with his subtle wink and sideways smirk, the man has truly snatched away my breath. As I struggle for the stuff, really palming the middle of my chest to try and jump start it, he settles into the riffs for the bridge. They’re even more entrancing than the verses and chorus. Lush and soaring and mesmerizing.
So…mesmerizing…
A thought that, suddenly and weirdly, revolts against sticking in my head. I feel my head flop back as I try to chase it, but it’s no use. There are lights in my vision again, but they’re not as brilliant as before. Blue and gray flicker like sorcerer’s smoke, blending with the magic of Darian’s music until I’m struggling to hum along with him. To ride this hypnotizing wave of song…
Until it engulfs me.
My head lolls from side to side. I can’t seem to keep my eyes open. The crazy crush of the day—hell, this week, month, and year—just feel so far away now. I’m floating away from them, so wonderfully detached. So perfectly relaxed.
Maybe…a little nap…would be a good idea, after all.
I tell that to Darian—or do I?—as my eyelids tumble beneath weights that can’t be fought. No worries if I didn’t. Darian will keep me safe. If I don’t know anything else about this bizarre spell that’s pulled me under, it’s exactly that.
Darian won’t let anything awful happen to me. Ever.
