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Overtime I realized that heartbreak often teaches
The mistakes I made but didn’t make my hurt decrease
It was then I realized when my heart started
Pounding and jumping and felt it had parted
That you were everything I never knew I wanted
But somehow, someway you came to me
Leaving me wondering how could I get so lucky
I promised you then I would never again act funny
And that was when you told me that you loved me
It was then I realized when my heart started
Pounding and jumping and felt it had parted
That you were everything I never knew I wanted
As the singer let out the last chorus, everyone was clapping, and Amy stood to clap but kissed my cheek before turning the stage. I looked over at Jason and he was looking ahead at the stage still, but from the side I could see his eyes welled up with tears. When the music stopped, he turned to me, put the hand I wasn’t holding behind my neck, and pulled me to him. As his lips met mine, I felt his warm tears fall to my cheeks.
After several seconds of salty kissing, he pulled away and I wiped his tears off his face.
“Lucy, I’ll never break your heart again. And I’ll never leave you again. In fact,” he said as he stood and pulled something from his pocket, then kneeled down and looked up at me, “I promise you I won’t.”
As he opened the small item he pulled from his pocket I saw Amy from the corner of my eye, so I looked over and she had her phone up and winked at me. I looked back to Jason and inside his huge palm sat a grey box with red backing and a ring with a solitaire princess cut diamond.
“Lucy Ball, will you marry me?”
Tears filled my eyes quickly and I could feel my intense ugly cry coming on, so I didn’t answer him immediately. Amy kicked me so I got off the stool and kneeled in front of him and nodded my head furiously.
“Tell me, Luce. Tell me yes and make me the happiest man alive.”
I swallowed hard and tears were running down my face but I somehow managed to blurt out a loud, “YES!”
He slipped the beautiful ring on my finger then started to stand and lifted me up off the ground. I squeezed him tightly and let the tears come, sobs and all.
“Ladies and gentlemen, looks like she said yes! Let’s give the songwriter and her new fiancé a big round of applause!” The lead singer announced from the stage.
The club roared with clapping, cheers, and whistles. Jason squeezed me tight and spun me around before putting my feet back on the floor.
“Now I can officially serve you for the rest of our lives.”
Sneak Peek of Stroked: The Club Series Book 2
After hours of packing and reminiscing, we decided to take a break. Jason and Luce headed to “their” apartment to freshen up. I guess that’s what they called it now.
I looked around the living room, at the much emptier space. Luce let me keep all the furniture, but she took most of her knick-knacks, like old stacks of CDs, books, her signed albums, and photos with big shot music people she met at the station. I had gotten most of the furniture from secondhand shops anyway. It was cozy and boho-chic. But now, without all the little touches of Lucy, it was still full, but felt empty. Quiet.
She had been staying with Jason a lot before the engagement, but every few days she’d swoop in with him, grab fresh clothes, sleep, andother things. We’d all hang out at breakfast, and then again, after work, at the club. They were heading there later and told me to meet them. I guess I could be an adult and go to show my support. Especially after she promised nothing would change just because she was moving in with Jason.
I went to shower, since we had spent the day packing and moving boxes around. I’d admit neither of us were great housekeepers and lots of dust was kicked up in here.
I turned the water on blazing hot before hopping in. As I washed my hair, I thought of all the great things I could do now that I had the place to myself. Even though she left, I could afford to stay here because I finally got my dream job at the art gallery downtown. I could sleep with my door open. Walk around naked. Watch TV naked. Cook naked. Well, maybe not cook naked. That could be dangerous. But I could just be naked everywhere. And I could stock booze without sharing. Not that she ever just took my things. She was too thoughtful for that. I could have an orgy. Which likely will never occur, especially since I haven’t brought a date to this apartment since college. I haven’t even taken a date to the club. Don’t shit where you eat.
