from his lips draws me in. The sound is often mistaken as the result of alcohol and lack of sleep. His closed eyes are drawing me closer to his soul. I can see him internalize the words as he feels the music. The beauty of the man in front of me has me completely mesmerized. I think I might drop my panties like a crazed groupie. Fuck! I’m not supposed to feel this much for him; it’s too soon.
It sounds like he is playing the Jeff Gaines version of the song and dammit , that voice is sexy. I can’t take my eyes off him. Caine opens his eyes as he sings about being lost and fuck me . He’s singing to me, no doubt. I clearly hurt him by walking out on him last weekend. I didn’t mean to hurt him. He seems like a great guy, but I just couldn’t get past the thoughts swarming in my head. I hope he will be able to forgive me. I never in a million years meant for the monumental events of last weekend to happen. Although part of me is so happy it did, I’m still trying to work through some of my issues so we can have a chance.
He’s beautiful, with his long dark lashes gently lying on the cheeks of his face, a face full of deep emotions. He is completely swept up in the song. It’s incredible to watch him strumming the chords and it’s stirring something in my body, bringing it to life. His words pang my chest. Damn, he is so freaking good! He opens his eyes to look directly into mine while he begins to sing the chorus.
Caine is speaking to me through the song. He doesn’t like to see me hurting; when he found me missing at the hotel, his heart was empty; he tracked me down, found me and my light fulfilled him – making him complete. Damn , he knows the way right to a girl’s heart!
He closes his eyes to finish the song, plucking slower as the song ends and then he surprises us moving fluidly into another song. This song isn’t quite as energetic, I can tell as he softly plucks the chords. Damn, he has some fascinating fingers. Oh God, what am I thinking?
I shout, “I know this one.” Caine smiles proudly that I know the classic song, ‘Bridge Over Troubled Waters’ by Simon & Garfunkel, a song I’ve heard my dad play many times. Caine is blowing me away by even knowing this song and I wonder why he chose it. Does he relate to it? When I hear him sing the line, “If you need a friend, I’m sailing right behind,” I can feel the raw emotions in his voice, and I see it in his body language. I wonder if he’s singing this to me because of the painful childhood memories I shared with him last week. He’s amazing and talented beyond anything I could have ever imagined. What the hell was I thinking walking away from him? I blink back tears while my mom, Becca and Lucas are sitting on the sofa watching him, swaying and smiling at the performance. At any moment, they are going to break out lighters to wave in the air. There is more to this and I think he’s trying to tell me something. He opens his eyes and his deep penetrating gaze settles on me as he sings.
I am completely incapable of pulling my eyes from him. The entire room focuses on him and my peripheral vision has completely darkened. Caine is in the spotlight of my emotions and it’s so beautiful; I don’t know how I got so lucky.
He finishes the song telling me he will ease my mind. We all clap. Mom, Becca and Lucas give him a standing ovation. I wipe the tears falling and laugh as he puts the guitar aside, stands up, and reaches to me for a hug. His embrace is so warming, which causes a few extra tears to fall. “That was amazing Caine.” I try to put a stop on the waterworks for fear of messing up my make-up; raccoon eyes are not what I was going for tonight.
“Oh my God, Caine that was fapulous!” Becca screeches.
He chuckles and whisper s, “thank you.” His breath hits right in the freaking spot that sends shivers down my spine. I melt against him, taking my first long, deep breath since he started plucking the chords on the guitar.
It sounds like he is playing the Jeff Gaines version of the song and dammit , that voice is sexy. I can’t take my eyes off him. Caine opens his eyes as he sings about being lost and fuck me . He’s singing to me, no doubt. I clearly hurt him by walking out on him last weekend. I didn’t mean to hurt him. He seems like a great guy, but I just couldn’t get past the thoughts swarming in my head. I hope he will be able to forgive me. I never in a million years meant for the monumental events of last weekend to happen. Although part of me is so happy it did, I’m still trying to work through some of my issues so we can have a chance.
He’s beautiful, with his long dark lashes gently lying on the cheeks of his face, a face full of deep emotions. He is completely swept up in the song. It’s incredible to watch him strumming the chords and it’s stirring something in my body, bringing it to life. His words pang my chest. Damn, he is so freaking good! He opens his eyes to look directly into mine while he begins to sing the chorus.
Caine is speaking to me through the song. He doesn’t like to see me hurting; when he found me missing at the hotel, his heart was empty; he tracked me down, found me and my light fulfilled him – making him complete. Damn , he knows the way right to a girl’s heart!
He closes his eyes to finish the song, plucking slower as the song ends and then he surprises us moving fluidly into another song. This song isn’t quite as energetic, I can tell as he softly plucks the chords. Damn, he has some fascinating fingers. Oh God, what am I thinking?
I shout, “I know this one.” Caine smiles proudly that I know the classic song, ‘Bridge Over Troubled Waters’ by Simon & Garfunkel, a song I’ve heard my dad play many times. Caine is blowing me away by even knowing this song and I wonder why he chose it. Does he relate to it? When I hear him sing the line, “If you need a friend, I’m sailing right behind,” I can feel the raw emotions in his voice, and I see it in his body language. I wonder if he’s singing this to me because of the painful childhood memories I shared with him last week. He’s amazing and talented beyond anything I could have ever imagined. What the hell was I thinking walking away from him? I blink back tears while my mom, Becca and Lucas are sitting on the sofa watching him, swaying and smiling at the performance. At any moment, they are going to break out lighters to wave in the air. There is more to this and I think he’s trying to tell me something. He opens his eyes and his deep penetrating gaze settles on me as he sings.
I am completely incapable of pulling my eyes from him. The entire room focuses on him and my peripheral vision has completely darkened. Caine is in the spotlight of my emotions and it’s so beautiful; I don’t know how I got so lucky.
He finishes the song telling me he will ease my mind. We all clap. Mom, Becca and Lucas give him a standing ovation. I wipe the tears falling and laugh as he puts the guitar aside, stands up, and reaches to me for a hug. His embrace is so warming, which causes a few extra tears to fall. “That was amazing Caine.” I try to put a stop on the waterworks for fear of messing up my make-up; raccoon eyes are not what I was going for tonight.
“Oh my God, Caine that was fapulous!” Becca screeches.
He chuckles and whisper s, “thank you.” His breath hits right in the freaking spot that sends shivers down my spine. I melt against him, taking my first long, deep breath since he started plucking the chords on the guitar.
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