Afraid of your own shadow you try to hide, but every time I’ll find you.
Twisted up in the blankets or not, I know you’re there. Behind a screen, or the voice on the other end, I’ll find you and bring you back to me.
Nothing’s perfect. Nothing’s scratched into the laws of fate—but baby, you’re more than my lake house. You’re my everything.
My everything—my life, my dark—my love—my hate—my everything.
His eyes were wide and fixed on mine as he sang, and even though I knew the song was being broadcast to thousands of people, it still felt like it was just us in that booth.
It should scare you. It scares me, leaves me grasping for a door I never really want to find.
Maybe you’re lost, searching for a you left behind ages ago, but every time I’ll find you.
Leaves me begging for release, for a future without the distance, without the ache, but maybe I don’t mind the ache. Maybe it’s the kind of ache you embrace. I’m going to find you and bring you back to me.
Nothing’s perfect. Nothing’s scratched into the laws of fate—but baby, you’re more than my lake house. You’re my everything.
My everything—my life, my dark—my love—my hate—my everything.
I didn’t fight the tears. It would have been traitorous to do so. I’d asked for a song with emotion, and I’d gotten it. And the best part was it wasn’t about the sad—it was about the happy.
I need you. Plain as day I see that now.
You need me too, but not the same way and that’s just fine with me.
Just give me that smile, that ray of hope and I’ll keep strumming, keep sending thoughts your way.
No matter what mask you wear, the name on your shirt, I’ll search for you and I’ll find you and bring you back to me.
Nothing’s perfect. Nothing’s scratched into the laws of fate—but baby, you’re more than my lake house. You’re my everything.
My everything—my life, my dark—my love—my hate—my everything.
My everything.
I didn’t even think. I tossed my headphones, pushed off his and jumped into his lap. He set aside his guitar just in time.
His lips met mine with record speed, and I didn’t even remember we weren’t alone. The taste of his lips, the feel of his tongue tangled with mine—I needed it. I needed those sensations as I eagerly explored his mouth. Straddling his lap, I let my hand slip beneath his white t-shirt, wanting to feel his skin again.
He started to do the same to me when Jade cleared her throat. I turned to give her a sheepish smile, still perched on Chase’s lap.
“If you don’t have a view of the booth yourself, I’ll just fill you in. Your very own Sleeping with the Band host Cara, is well, sleeping with the band. That song you just heard was most definitely dedicated to her.”
Normally that would have embarrassed me. It would have had me diving off Chase’s lap, but I didn’t. I didn’t mind that my sex life had just been broadcast, because it was also my love life—and I was very proud of that.
Chase looked over me at Jade and Kyle. “Mind if I borrow Cara for a while? There’s something I need to show her.”
“She’s all yours.” Jade grinned again.
I hopped off Chase’s lap and hugged her. In the course of a few months, Jade and I had grown incredibly close. I couldn’t imagine how awful my semester would have been without her.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Kyle raised an eyebrow.
“We’ll be back to hang out later.” Chase took my hand, and we walked down from the booth.
As we entered the crowds, Chase dropped my hand and instead put his arm around my waist. I leaned into his side, eager for any contact I could get.
“Oh my god, that was the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard!” Mallory put her arms around both of us in an awkward attempt at a hug.
Chase smiled. “I thought it was time to come clean.”
Juliet grinned. “You’re a lucky man, Chase Denton.”
“And I know it.”
I was ready to cry again. It’s as though my tear ducts were on overdrive.
“Not to ruin any goodwill I just earned with you girls, but I need to show Cara something.”