Page 78 of Love is a Lyric
He shook his head. “As you’ve said before, you don’t work forFateanymore.”
“That doesn’t matter. I still want to help you.”
He sighed. “After tomorrow, I’ll have to do it on my own. I don’t think I can take any more of your help.”
“Tomorrow.” She let the music drop once more. “You’re leaving tomorrow.”
He nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat.
“Hey.” She traced a finger along his jaw. “If the real world returns tomorrow…”
He shifted his head so their eyes met as her finger lingered on his lips. Reality would hurt. There was a lot of work to be done to overcome the rumors swirling aboutFate. A new album to write and record.
A persona to once again inhabit.
After tonight, Benji Evans would fade to the background, letting Ben Evans with his eyeliner and made up hair take center stage.
His face inched closer. “I just want to be me for a few moments longer.”
Her eyes searched his, looking for what, he didn’t know. Maybe something to hold on to, something to remember. Because as he pressed his lips to hers, that’s all he wanted.
Faith. For just a moment, he needed to believe there was hope for them. Her hands slid up to hold his face in place as his arms wound around her back, hauling her into his lap.
He parted his lips, letting her invade every part of him, his mind, body, and soul. He should have known the moment little Piper Hayes came into his life, nothing would ever be the same.
But she wasn’t a kid anymore. The woman kissing him wasn’t the same little girl who curled up in his lap after her parents died. She was stronger, more vibrant, full of music and depth.
And she didn’t belong to him.
The sound of the door opening broke them apart. Drew and Noah stood in the doorway wearing matching grins.
Drew lifted his arms like two posts of a goal.
He didn’t understand.
This kiss wasn’t a forever kind of thing.
It was goodbye.
