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I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you

(I can never look away)

I don’t wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you

(Things will never be the same)

I’ve been sleeping so long in a twenty year dark night

(Now, I'm wide awake)

And now, I see daylight (daylight), I only see daylight (daylight)

Daylight - Taylor Swift

I was sure that singingMayberight next to A.J. today would be a struggle. Playing the piano keys with him, smiling and gazing at his lips, wishing they were on mine, and not kissing him at the end of the song, even though his breath was mixed with mine from how close we were, physically hurt.

But I wasn’t prepared forAlways Us.

I confess that, while Richard was introducing the band and the musicians, my heart raced at the possibility that A.J. would come to me seconds later, asking me to pick someone for him to kiss.

I would’ve made a voodoo doll of that boy and decapitated it if he had gone along with that.

But A.J. didn’t just not do that, he also sang his song, which had never been performed live, and dedicated it to me. And, my God, I never imagined that being the girl of the band guy would make you feel like the biggest woman in the world, and that he would worship you forever.

“What happened? You’re so quiet?” he asks, massaging my legs in the back seat of the car.

“I was thinking about the girl in your song, she’s a bit tough, huh?‘When she pushes you away, or pretends to be strong and tough, hold her tight, don’t let her go. When she goes quiet, ask why. If she ignores you, stay by her side.’”I adjust myself in the seat, remembering the part that hit me the most after the chorus.

A.J. laughs and pulls his hands away from me, adding:

When she starts cussing out a storm, and being all mean to you, kiss her and tell her that you love her, like it’s the only thing you know is true.

“Wow, really, that woman is me.”

I raise my arms in surrender, and he pulls my legs, lying me down on the seat.

“What insanity it was, kissing so many people and choosing you to like,” he whispers as his body lowers over mine.

“You just woke up the part of me that doesn’t like kissy guys, don’t bring that mouth near me,” I tease.

“You should remember I couldn’t kiss anyone after you, right?” he counters, running his hand up my thighs. I remember, and I grin, unbidden. “That should count for something.”

“And it does. That’s exactly why you’re still here.”

Women have lost their minds over less than the sly smile that spreads across his face, after he runs his tongue along his lower lip, right on top of me.

“Oh, so it’s not because you want me then?”

“Also.”

“Not because I’m hot and huge…” His hands tighten around my waist, and a nervous chuckle escapes my lips.

“I love your massive hands. I feel like you’re going to knead me like dough,” I whisper in his ear, making him laugh out loud. “But not here,” I warn, pushing him off me, sitting up.

“The driver doesn’t need to witness these scenes, or hear these things. Besides, we’re almost home and we’ll have all the time in the world…” I warn, and A.J. looks away.

“The guys know,” he says softly, staring out the window.

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