Once he finishes the second song, I stand up. My face is warm from the wine and my hands are trembling. “Sit down,” I whisper to him. He obeys and flashes me his panty dropping grin. “Hi everyone, tonight is Tate’s birthday. As a surprise, I’ve decided to sing him a song.” Tate’s eyes are following my every movement, like a cat watching a mouse. “Happy Birthday Tate.” I gesture to the DJ and the track begins.
Strumming my pain with his fingers.
Singing my life with his words,
Killing me softly with his song….
I stand in front of him and zone out the rest of the club, focusing on nothing but his electric blue eyes. As I finish the song, he takes the mic from me.
“Excuse me everyone, but I need to thank my beautiful girlfriend. Don’t mind my P D A.” He grabs me around the waist and kisses me for three seconds and my heart quivered thirteen times. The crowd applauds and a few people whistle as he picks me up and sets me on the stool. “I’m going to thank you better than that when we’re alone,” he whispers.
Yes! Please do! My inner voice shouted as she clapped her hands.
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