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“My mum loves you already,” I tell her, snagging her wrist and pulling her between my spread legs. “Now, back to what we were talking about.”
She tenses. “I amnotrepeating myself.”
“Not what I mean.” I laugh, brushing my thumb under her black beaded bracelet and over her racing pulse point. “You. Band. Mine. Thoughts?”
She grimaces. “Absolutely not. I am not meant to be a star. I much prefer playing for myself than a room full of people.”
“So what’s your life plan with music?” I tug her down until she’s perched on my knee. Wrapping an arm around her waist, I drop my head against her shoulder. “And don’t say nothing. The world needs your talent.”
She twirls the drawstring of my hoodie. “I just want to create. Write melodies, lyrics, and everything in between.”
“Songwriter?"
“I think so. Maybe produce too.” She chews her lip. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.”
“Then you’re gonna do it.”
“Yeah?” she mocks, hiking her brows up. “Just like that, huh?”
“Just like that.”
I roll my chair back and spin, so we’re facing the desk. Reaching around her, I tug open one of my drawers and grab the notebook inside.
Hendrix shuffles on my lap, and my chest warms as she makes herself right at home.
“What’s this?” she asks, flicking through the page when I hand it off to her. “Are these your songs? You said you didn’t share them with anyone.”
“I don’t.”
“Then—”
“You, Rixie Moore, are not just anyone.”
Pink dots appear on her cheeks.
She ducks her head, tracing her black painted nails over the page. “I like this one.”
I glance down.Chasing Lowsis one I’ve been really struggling with.
I grin. “That’s good, then. ’Cause you’re gonna help me finish it.”
“Really?” Her nose wiggles. “You want me to write music with you? What if I’m bad at it?”
Not possible.
“Then I’ll fire you and find another girlfriend to do it with.” I wink.
Her breath catches at my casual use of girlfriend.
She chews her lip stud, eyes glittering as they dance over my face. “You really wanna do this with me?”
I cup the back of her head.
She turns to me, grin wide as I close the distance and seal my mouth to hers. “I want to do everything with you.”
Chapter thirteen
Hendrix • Now
