I’d give it all up for the girl at the party.
Ready. Set. Go. Light me up.
It’s time. No saying sorry.
And one day I’ll find the courage to say:
That I know you’re the one.
Even though we never met.
Yeah I know that you’re the one.
Even though we never met.”
Damon went through the second verse and then repeated the chorus twice before strumming the last chord. He smiled up at her, and she realized her heart was racing. With the backbeat, all the other instruments, and his amazing mixing skills, the words would get lost in the music. She had never really grasped exactly what he was singing about. It had just been another catchy song that would probably kill it on the radio and in nightclubs.
But this was different.
Because she was pretty sure that song was about her.
“When did you write that?” she whispered.
He smiled. “A couple of months ago.”
“Before we met?”
“If you’re asking if the song is about you, then yes, it is. All musicians have a muse.”
“You didn’t even know me!” she said with a laugh. She stood and walked over to him.
He placed the guitar down, and she straddled him.
“That’s the point of the song. You were the girl I’d give it all up for.”
“You’re something else, you know that?”
He brushed her hair back. “I take that as a compliment.”
Then, he was hungrily kissing her, as if all the pent-up frustration had finally broken. He hoisted her up and they fell into bed together, stripping each other’s clothes with ferocity. Their bodies melded together. They took their time, savoring the feel of one another.
They knew that everything might change, but today, they had each other. And that was what was important.
When they finished, Trihn curled up in his bed. Damon retrieved his phone from the other room and placed it on the nightstand. Then, he jumped into the shower. She wanted to join him, but she was just so tired. She yawned and felt like she could succumb to sleep at any minute. Her eyes closed, and she burrowed into the pillow.
A loud buzzing jolted her out of the half-sleep she had fallen into. She glanced over at Damon’s phone. Her eyes fell on the lit up screen. It read Chloe in bright letters.
“Damon!” She snatched it up and hurried into the bathroom.
“Hey, you decided to shower. Get your cute ass in here.”
“Chloe is calling.”
“Shit!” He switched the water off and stepped out of the shower, with water dripping down his abs.
She got completely sidetracked by every glorious muscle that was slick and taut. He hastily draped a towel around his lower half, breaking her out of the spell, and she handed him the phone.
“Chloe?” he asked eagerly into the phone.
“I’ll just…” Trihn pointed at the door and walked back into the bedroom. She put on sleeping clothes, crawled back into bed, and waited to hear why Chloe was calling him in the middle of the night.
She could pick out a few of the words coming from the other room but nothing substantial. She was jittery with nerves for him.
After their talk, she’d felt so much better about them going forward. Now, all she felt was excitement for what was to happen in their future. Sure, there would always be factors that could change their relationship, but that would be a possibility with or without the music. So, she at least wanted him to be happy.
When the conversation ended, Damon walked back into the room. He tossed the phone down onto the nightstand, sighed heavily, and frowned.
“What happened?” she asked softly. She sat up on her elbow. A whole new world of fear hit her.
Then, a smile lit up his face. “I’m in!” He jumped onto the bed and wrapped her up in his arms.
“Oh my God! You’re still soaking wet!” she yelled.
He laughed and kissed her hard on the mouth, not releasing her. “They want me to record a song with Chloe for her upcoming album.”
“That’s incredible.”
“I leave for Los Angeles next week.”
“Oh, wow. So soon?”
“Yeah. They said that she only has a few more songs to record, and this will be the last session that they do. I’ll be there for a couple of days, and then the album will release over the summer.”
“That’s insanely fast-paced.”
“I know. Everything is kind of happening out of nowhere. One night, I’m deejaying at Posse, and the next, I’ll be recording with Chloe Avana in LA.” He kissed her again, as if he couldn’t seem to stop doing it in the midst of his excitement. “You and I have nothing to worry about, okay? This doesn’t change us.”
“I know,” she said. “We’ll do it together.”
“Yes, we will.”
“I SHOULD BE BACK by the end of the week,” Damon said a week after getting the recording schedule.
“I know. I’ll just miss you.”
“I’ll miss you, too. But maybe it will be even less time,” he said optimistically. “Chloe is a pro at this stuff, and everything should run smoothly.”