play. I hate that song even more now.”
I laugh and rub my hands along the outside of her thighs. Her beautiful blue eyes are shining at me while she smiles. “Can you play me something else; maybe on the keyboard? I always loved watching you play when we were younger” I say.
She was always so good when she played. Her mom forced her to learn the piano when we were in fifth grade and it was the only thing that her mom made her do that she never complained about. I always knew she loved music, and now it’s very evident with her night job.
Brynn shrugs and walks over to the wall and props her guitar on the stand before she brings her keyboard toward me and places it on her lap.
Brynn closes her eyes and starts to play a beautiful melody. When she starts to sing, I know exactly wh ich song it is.
“M ake you feel my love” was Brynn’s favorite song when we were younger. She put this song on a CD she burned for me when we were in high school, and every time we got into my car, she would put that CD in and skip straight to this song.
I always thought it was because she loved this song, but thinking back to what Becca told me yesterday about how Brynn felt about me in high school, maybe she was trying to tell me something and I was too stupid to notice it.
I wonder if I should tell her that I played this song for my girls all the time when they were younger and they still listen to it all the time.
I watch Brynn play the song effortlessly, still naked and her eyes still closed, and when she comes to the end of the song a tear runs down her cheek. I catch it with my thumb and take her keyboard from her, placing it on the coffee table. I grab her thighs and pull them toward me, trying to get her to look at me. “What’s the matter, baby? Why are you crying?”
Chapter 19
Brynn
I don’t want to tell him that the song makes me cry because, even though he’s here with me now, I played it constantly during high school and even in college, wishing that he would know how much he meant to me and actually want to be with me.
That was one song I always poured everything I had into because it held so much meaning for me. “I’m okay” I say, opening my eyes, wiping at my cheek and taking a deep breath so I can stop looking like such a big baby. “I have just always loved that song. It really means a lot to me.”
Ryan’s mouth pulls up on the side and he rubs his hand up and down my arm, then he says “I know that song means a lot to you. I never told you this, but when you weren’t in my car in high school, I used to put that CD in that you made for me and listen to that song because it reminded me of you. I still do it to this day. I actually think that’s the CD that’s in my car’s player right now. My girls love that song, too. They make me play it all the time.” I smile at him. Smart girls .
Play ing that song mentally exhausted me and now I’m ready to lie down and relax. I look up at Ryan and say “Are you ready to go to bed? I’m tired.” He just nods and stands up, stretches his arm out for my hand and pulls me up.
I follow him into my bedroom, and lay down next to him on my bed. As soon as we both get comfortable, my head on Ryan’s shoulder and our legs tangled together, Ryan pulls the blanket up around our shoulders and then wraps his arms around me.
All day it’s been driving me crazy that I haven’t told him about my family. I keep thinking that if we’re actually going to make this thing work, he has to know about what happened between my parents and me. I’m sure he still sees my parents and maybe even my sister around town and I don’t want things to be awkward for him when he goes back home.
“Uh, Ry?” I say, wondering how I’m going to tell him about this. “Yeah baby?” he says, smoothing my hair off of my forehead and kissing it. Here goes nothing.
“I know we just started this
I laugh and rub my hands along the outside of her thighs. Her beautiful blue eyes are shining at me while she smiles. “Can you play me something else; maybe on the keyboard? I always loved watching you play when we were younger” I say.
She was always so good when she played. Her mom forced her to learn the piano when we were in fifth grade and it was the only thing that her mom made her do that she never complained about. I always knew she loved music, and now it’s very evident with her night job.
Brynn shrugs and walks over to the wall and props her guitar on the stand before she brings her keyboard toward me and places it on her lap.
Brynn closes her eyes and starts to play a beautiful melody. When she starts to sing, I know exactly wh ich song it is.
“M ake you feel my love” was Brynn’s favorite song when we were younger. She put this song on a CD she burned for me when we were in high school, and every time we got into my car, she would put that CD in and skip straight to this song.
I always thought it was because she loved this song, but thinking back to what Becca told me yesterday about how Brynn felt about me in high school, maybe she was trying to tell me something and I was too stupid to notice it.
I wonder if I should tell her that I played this song for my girls all the time when they were younger and they still listen to it all the time.
I watch Brynn play the song effortlessly, still naked and her eyes still closed, and when she comes to the end of the song a tear runs down her cheek. I catch it with my thumb and take her keyboard from her, placing it on the coffee table. I grab her thighs and pull them toward me, trying to get her to look at me. “What’s the matter, baby? Why are you crying?”
Chapter 19
Brynn
I don’t want to tell him that the song makes me cry because, even though he’s here with me now, I played it constantly during high school and even in college, wishing that he would know how much he meant to me and actually want to be with me.
That was one song I always poured everything I had into because it held so much meaning for me. “I’m okay” I say, opening my eyes, wiping at my cheek and taking a deep breath so I can stop looking like such a big baby. “I have just always loved that song. It really means a lot to me.”
Ryan’s mouth pulls up on the side and he rubs his hand up and down my arm, then he says “I know that song means a lot to you. I never told you this, but when you weren’t in my car in high school, I used to put that CD in that you made for me and listen to that song because it reminded me of you. I still do it to this day. I actually think that’s the CD that’s in my car’s player right now. My girls love that song, too. They make me play it all the time.” I smile at him. Smart girls .
Play ing that song mentally exhausted me and now I’m ready to lie down and relax. I look up at Ryan and say “Are you ready to go to bed? I’m tired.” He just nods and stands up, stretches his arm out for my hand and pulls me up.
I follow him into my bedroom, and lay down next to him on my bed. As soon as we both get comfortable, my head on Ryan’s shoulder and our legs tangled together, Ryan pulls the blanket up around our shoulders and then wraps his arms around me.
All day it’s been driving me crazy that I haven’t told him about my family. I keep thinking that if we’re actually going to make this thing work, he has to know about what happened between my parents and me. I’m sure he still sees my parents and maybe even my sister around town and I don’t want things to be awkward for him when he goes back home.
“Uh, Ry?” I say, wondering how I’m going to tell him about this. “Yeah baby?” he says, smoothing my hair off of my forehead and kissing it. Here goes nothing.
“I know we just started this
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