Page 70 of #Moonstruck

She’s my Maisy

My heart beat so loud I was sure everyone around me could hear it. I leaned against a speaker for support since my legs wobbled so badly. No man had ever sung to me before, let alone written an entire song about me. It was both the most wonderful and the most terrifying thing I’d ever experienced. Terrifying because of how it made me feel.

And because of what it might make me do.

She’s the one with long hair to her hips

She’s the one comeback queen that never slips

And I’m the one moonstruck by her lips

Loving everything about her from her stare to fingertips

It’s how she dances when she thinks no one sees

It’s the way her touch knocks me down to my knees

Her laugh, her eyes, her heart, she drives me crazy

She’s my girl

She’s my Maisy

Oh she doesn’t even know

The magic she holds inside her soul

And when I hear her voice I come undone

She’s the one, she’s the one

It’s how she dances when she thinks no one sees

It’s the way her touch knocks me down to my knees

Her laugh, her eyes, her heart, she drives me crazy

She’s my girl, Maisy.

“It’s a good thing we like that dude,” Cole commented, his arms crossed. I hadn’t even realized my brothers were standing behind me.

“Yeah, otherwise bad things would be happening right now,” Parker agreed.

Bad things were happening. Because I had ceased to care beyond this moment. Without thinking, I walked out onto the stage. Ryan had already finished his song and seemed surprised when the cheers of the crowd suddenly grew even louder. He turned and saw me.

He stood and stepped away from the piano. He looked adorably unsure, as if he didn’t know what would happen next.

When I reached him, he said, “I told you I was terrible with lyrics.”

I couldn’t help myself.

I kissed him.

The shock of our lips finally touching was like being pushed into a pool of ice water. I was shaking, drowning in him. Every part of my body was heavy and slow, my breath stolen. We didn’t touch in any other way; only our mouths connected.

A few moments later, we both pulled back, like we’d just surfaced from that icy pool, both breathing heavily. Ryan seemed momentarily stunned.

Until he wasn’t.

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