could see it in his eyes, she felt it down deep in her soul. What they’d shared was special.
Donning a short black dress, black leggings, red cardigan, and her favorite black riding boots, she ran a couple of errands before working on her lyrics. She could pop into Sizzo’s and get a bite to eat, but then he would probably consider her a stalker. She pressed her lips together and pouted internally. Rarely did she find herself in the position of wanting more out of a relationship. The one day she’d rather be at the flower shop than home alone trying to write songs would be today. Figured.
Channel your feelings into lyrics. Use them.
Her phone buzzed, and she smiled. “Hey.”
“Hi, babe.” Candace’s cheery mood leapt through the phone.
Sophie added a box of Cap’n Crunch to her basket at the corner grocery store. “I take it the staycation is going well.” With a sexy man like Luke, there wouldn’t be any other kind for Candace.
“Very. I love the flower shop, but dang it’s nice to take a break.”
“How was Christmas?”
“Good. Little odd at first, but my parents are always like that. Are you getting songs written?”
“Actually, yeah, a pretty good one. I mean, I think. I don’t know. It probably sucks. I haven’t slept well.” Sophie hunched over and reached up with her hand holding the basket to rub her temple. She needed a hot bath. And wine. She should definitely buy a bottle of wine.
“What’s up? Thought that’s all you wanted to do—catch up on sleep and write.”
She could feel Candace’s sudden concern.
“There’s this guy … my neighbor.” My hot, sexy, blond neighbor who makes every single bit of me scream.
“Did he finally say hi?”
“Oh, ya know … yes.”
Candace laughed. “Someone’s been having a good time.”
Boy, had she ever. Such a good time she couldn’t remember what her life was like only a few short days ago when she wasn’t kissing Marc. She wished they were kissing right now. “Such a good time. But I don’t know. It’s a lot all at once. And quick. Things have moved quickly.”
Understatement of the year.
“Aw, you have a case of the feels.”
“Shut up. I do not.”
“Uh, ya, you do. You wrote a song about this guy, right?”
“Maybe.”
“Then what’s the problem? This seems like a great thing.”
“It’s too … ”
“You have to take a chance, Soph. I know it’s not easy.”
“It usually ends up badly anyway. What’s the point?” Sophie asked. She seriously needed a good answer.
There was always something missing—like the men she dated were a solid 90 percent of what she was looking for, but somehow they always missed the last, best 10 percent. So what was going to be missing from Marc? That was the question of the day.
“Life. Living life. You’ll be miserable until you give him a try. Believe me, I know.”
Just a short time ago Candace had found her own happily ever after, and she’d fought it tooth and nail. Sophie had witnessed her friend’s slow destruction and surrender, and it was the best thing in the world. “We’ll see.”
“Just take it one step at a time. You don’t have to plan your entire life out today. But you owe it to yourself to see where it goes. You deserve to be happy, Soph.”
“Thanks, Ace.”
“And I’ll need some serious details next week.”
Sophie chuckled. “We’ll see about that, too.”
Sophie grabbed a bottle of wine to go with her cereal and checked out, deciding against Sizzo’s for lunch, and returned home after sufficiently crossing off items on her to-do list. She turned the corner from the stairs into the hallway and slowed. Marc was unlocking his door.
Despite wishing and dreaming all day about seeing him, touching him again, she felt awkward being a dozen feet away. Had he heard her? Should she say hello and get his attention?
No.
She continued her leisurely pace and tried to hold her paper sack from the music store especially still.
Marc’s head
Donning a short black dress, black leggings, red cardigan, and her favorite black riding boots, she ran a couple of errands before working on her lyrics. She could pop into Sizzo’s and get a bite to eat, but then he would probably consider her a stalker. She pressed her lips together and pouted internally. Rarely did she find herself in the position of wanting more out of a relationship. The one day she’d rather be at the flower shop than home alone trying to write songs would be today. Figured.
Channel your feelings into lyrics. Use them.
Her phone buzzed, and she smiled. “Hey.”
“Hi, babe.” Candace’s cheery mood leapt through the phone.
Sophie added a box of Cap’n Crunch to her basket at the corner grocery store. “I take it the staycation is going well.” With a sexy man like Luke, there wouldn’t be any other kind for Candace.
“Very. I love the flower shop, but dang it’s nice to take a break.”
“How was Christmas?”
“Good. Little odd at first, but my parents are always like that. Are you getting songs written?”
“Actually, yeah, a pretty good one. I mean, I think. I don’t know. It probably sucks. I haven’t slept well.” Sophie hunched over and reached up with her hand holding the basket to rub her temple. She needed a hot bath. And wine. She should definitely buy a bottle of wine.
“What’s up? Thought that’s all you wanted to do—catch up on sleep and write.”
She could feel Candace’s sudden concern.
“There’s this guy … my neighbor.” My hot, sexy, blond neighbor who makes every single bit of me scream.
“Did he finally say hi?”
“Oh, ya know … yes.”
Candace laughed. “Someone’s been having a good time.”
Boy, had she ever. Such a good time she couldn’t remember what her life was like only a few short days ago when she wasn’t kissing Marc. She wished they were kissing right now. “Such a good time. But I don’t know. It’s a lot all at once. And quick. Things have moved quickly.”
Understatement of the year.
“Aw, you have a case of the feels.”
“Shut up. I do not.”
“Uh, ya, you do. You wrote a song about this guy, right?”
“Maybe.”
“Then what’s the problem? This seems like a great thing.”
“It’s too … ”
“You have to take a chance, Soph. I know it’s not easy.”
“It usually ends up badly anyway. What’s the point?” Sophie asked. She seriously needed a good answer.
There was always something missing—like the men she dated were a solid 90 percent of what she was looking for, but somehow they always missed the last, best 10 percent. So what was going to be missing from Marc? That was the question of the day.
“Life. Living life. You’ll be miserable until you give him a try. Believe me, I know.”
Just a short time ago Candace had found her own happily ever after, and she’d fought it tooth and nail. Sophie had witnessed her friend’s slow destruction and surrender, and it was the best thing in the world. “We’ll see.”
“Just take it one step at a time. You don’t have to plan your entire life out today. But you owe it to yourself to see where it goes. You deserve to be happy, Soph.”
“Thanks, Ace.”
“And I’ll need some serious details next week.”
Sophie chuckled. “We’ll see about that, too.”
Sophie grabbed a bottle of wine to go with her cereal and checked out, deciding against Sizzo’s for lunch, and returned home after sufficiently crossing off items on her to-do list. She turned the corner from the stairs into the hallway and slowed. Marc was unlocking his door.
Despite wishing and dreaming all day about seeing him, touching him again, she felt awkward being a dozen feet away. Had he heard her? Should she say hello and get his attention?
No.
She continued her leisurely pace and tried to hold her paper sack from the music store especially still.
Marc’s head
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