with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song...”
Her voice trailed off and she stopped playing. Their blazing eyes met and locked, his heart was pounding like crazy. At that moment, if they'd been alone, he'd have those begging words comin' thick and fast and they'd be so pretty they'd make him blush. But they weren't alone. Perhaps that was a good thing, perhaps not? All he knew was that he was under her spell, and he still didn't know that much about her.
But he so wanted to find out. Everything there was to know.
He stood up and poured two glasses of water and walked towards their room, looking over his shoulder pointedly, to where she sat. He went in their room and after straightening the duvet, he sat down to wait. And she made him wait quite a while. They were playing a game. He knew that. Eventually, about ten minutes later she arrived.
“Sorry about that. Kat caught me... Wanted to know all about you... How you got on?”
“Did she now?”
How interesting...
“Mmmm...” She sat down next to him on the bed.
“Roxy, what can I say...” he began, slowly. “I'm still recovering from all that, you gave me goose bumps and hot flashovers at the same time, got any more surprises up your sleeve?”
“Like what?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“I don't know... Olympic gymnast, Formula One racing star... Prima ballerina?”
“Ha ha, that's funny. No Kyle, nothing like that. I'm just plain old me. I sing and play average guitar.”
“Hey, there's nothing plain or average about you.” He leant towards her and kissed her cheek. “That song really got to me you know...”
“Yeah, it got me too.” She kissed his cheek back. “And I meant it. You really do kill me. Ever since I first saw you and you ripped my heart out and ran off with it.” He laughed at her ironic turn of phase. Being as she was the werewolf, and ripping was really her thing.
“I didn't mean to kill you. There I was, having a nice quiet run with my dog, and suddenly there you were, trespassing, in front of me.”
“No, that wasn't me. I was watching you, when you came in the wood. I followed you secretly. The two you saw were Tank and Ryder.”
“Oh right, well that explains all the snarling unpleasant looks I got ... and what about in my house? What happened there?”
“We'd trailed your scent and got over-excited. It's difficult to describe. You'll understand when you run like a wolf. You're a wild animal. I just wanted to bite you, quickly, and then leave. You locking yourself in like that just wound us all up.”
“I thought you were going to eat me alive. I was literally shitting myself in that study.”
“Sorry we scared you. That wasn't on. We forget ourselves at times.” She smiled a sweet smile that made her look so young and innocent.
He was dying to ask her so many questions.
“How old are you Roxy?”
“Twenty two. Why?”
“I just want to know. How long have you been like this?”
“Five years.”
“Awww, really?”
“Hey, don't start feeling sorry for me.”
“I'm not. It's just that you were so young. Missing out on things. And having to cope with all this at seventeen. I admire
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
I felt all flushed with fever
Embarrassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song...”
Her voice trailed off and she stopped playing. Their blazing eyes met and locked, his heart was pounding like crazy. At that moment, if they'd been alone, he'd have those begging words comin' thick and fast and they'd be so pretty they'd make him blush. But they weren't alone. Perhaps that was a good thing, perhaps not? All he knew was that he was under her spell, and he still didn't know that much about her.
But he so wanted to find out. Everything there was to know.
He stood up and poured two glasses of water and walked towards their room, looking over his shoulder pointedly, to where she sat. He went in their room and after straightening the duvet, he sat down to wait. And she made him wait quite a while. They were playing a game. He knew that. Eventually, about ten minutes later she arrived.
“Sorry about that. Kat caught me... Wanted to know all about you... How you got on?”
“Did she now?”
How interesting...
“Mmmm...” She sat down next to him on the bed.
“Roxy, what can I say...” he began, slowly. “I'm still recovering from all that, you gave me goose bumps and hot flashovers at the same time, got any more surprises up your sleeve?”
“Like what?” she asked, raising her eyebrows.
“I don't know... Olympic gymnast, Formula One racing star... Prima ballerina?”
“Ha ha, that's funny. No Kyle, nothing like that. I'm just plain old me. I sing and play average guitar.”
“Hey, there's nothing plain or average about you.” He leant towards her and kissed her cheek. “That song really got to me you know...”
“Yeah, it got me too.” She kissed his cheek back. “And I meant it. You really do kill me. Ever since I first saw you and you ripped my heart out and ran off with it.” He laughed at her ironic turn of phase. Being as she was the werewolf, and ripping was really her thing.
“I didn't mean to kill you. There I was, having a nice quiet run with my dog, and suddenly there you were, trespassing, in front of me.”
“No, that wasn't me. I was watching you, when you came in the wood. I followed you secretly. The two you saw were Tank and Ryder.”
“Oh right, well that explains all the snarling unpleasant looks I got ... and what about in my house? What happened there?”
“We'd trailed your scent and got over-excited. It's difficult to describe. You'll understand when you run like a wolf. You're a wild animal. I just wanted to bite you, quickly, and then leave. You locking yourself in like that just wound us all up.”
“I thought you were going to eat me alive. I was literally shitting myself in that study.”
“Sorry we scared you. That wasn't on. We forget ourselves at times.” She smiled a sweet smile that made her look so young and innocent.
He was dying to ask her so many questions.
“How old are you Roxy?”
“Twenty two. Why?”
“I just want to know. How long have you been like this?”
“Five years.”
“Awww, really?”
“Hey, don't start feeling sorry for me.”
“I'm not. It's just that you were so young. Missing out on things. And having to cope with all this at seventeen. I admire
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