Page 87 of Just My Type of wrong guy

The chords ofMaybestart, held together by just me and Thomas, but Richard quickly detaches from Daniele to sit at the drums. It won’t look like he was just consoling her if this two stay glued together all night.

On the first line, Alexandra ’s voice fills the basement in a way that should be illegal. I look away, trying to get Richard and Daniele to stop glaring at me and to keep a safe distance from the girl who’s turning me inside out without even knowing it.

Unaware of all of this, Alexandra steps up to the mic in front of me, and, with her eyes locked on mine, she starts singing along without blinking, and I swallow hard.

Not because my throat scratches from the low notes, but because her eyes are locked with mine, quiet but louder than any scream. And her lips… they move too close, shaping every word and making me lose the rhythm.

I miss three notes, and Alexandra watches me out of the corner of her eye. I smile and give her a wink, but she touches my chin, pulling my face toward hers, resting my forehead against hers so we can sing the last line of the song.

It’s nothing special, it’s exactly what we do at our shows. Even so, I thank God when the song ends and let out a quiet laugh, trying to get myself together.

But Daniele would never let this go.

“Okay, now Alexandra has to sing something solo, she didn’t sing yesterday.”

“Seriously, Dani? I was promised I was on vacation until tomorrow,” she jokes.

“Sing one of your sambas for us.”

“Yeah, because they’re gonna pull out acavaquinhoand atambourinefrom their pockets,” Alexandra jokes, dismissing Daniele with a hand. “Guilherme, I need you here.”

He hesitates, but Beatriz pushes him toward us, and I touch Alexandra ’s hand in thanks for bringing everyone together again.

If there’s one thing that could clear the air for good, it’s definitely music.

“Do you guys know how to play Obsessed by Olivia Rodrigo?” the reason for my insomnia asks. Richard tilts his head and rolls his shoulders, cracking his neck, getting ready for something serious.

“She loves this song,” he nods toward Daniele. “I’ve never played it, but I’ll open the sheet music and try.”

“I’ll catch the rhythm by ear, just let’s go.” Thomas shrugs, adjusting the height of his bass.

“Oh, I’m filming everything for the vlog!” Daniele hops up onto the couch, excited, with her phone in hand.

I take the opportunity to move away a bit, but before I can get too far, Alexandra looks at me.

“Where are you going?” She grabs my arm.

“Just… getting another beer. I don’t know this song, can’t really help,” I say, because it’s the truth.

But she furrows her brow.

“You can. It’s a simple song, just follow the guys.”

“I’m not a genius like Thomas, Alex.” I say, trying to back off. She lets go, but gives me a pouty look, and I don’t know what’s going on, because she’s not like this.

“I’ll play the melody, listen carefully, A.J.” she whispers, like only I’m supposed to hear. “Because I really need you to play this for me.”

Damn...

The last thing I needed was Alexandra leaning in and whispering for me toplay this for her. The way she says it—slow, deliberate, lips slick as her tongue slips over the bottom one—makes it obvious she’s not just talking about the song.

And that smirk? That damn smirk she flashes as she hits play on her phone like she’s setting a trap?

She knows exactly what she’s doing.

The music starts loud, bold, and she doesn’t lower the volume.

Thomas picks up the melody like it’s stitched into his bones, and Guilherme starts humming like he’s been waiting for this cue.

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