"This isn't you Cade." My voice is small.
I don't know if I'll ever understand why he suddenly changed, but I'm grateful he did. Whatever happened to him is a benefit to what is happening to us right now.
Cade tucks the strands of my hair that fall...
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I stare at Cade like a deer caught in an headlight for a moment, but quickly cover up my surprise at his question.
He has this smug look on his face and I momentarily wonder what it'll feel like to punch that look off his beautiful face.
Why would he ask me to pick a song for him? In front of everyone?
"I'm—" I start, but clear my throat in order to gain more stability to myself. I angle my head up properly to look up at him, since I'm seated in a position that strains my neck.
"I'm pretty sure you're more than capable of picking out a song for yourself Cade." I can feel everyone's eyes on us, but I don't look into their direction.
Cade doesn't say anything. He just chuckles at me with his never ending smile, then looks away.
I can't deny the little tension that built in me, but it also made me feel hot at the same time.
"Do you wanna sing together?" I was struck with surprise, making my cheeks sting with a creeping blush. I touch my face with my palms to hide the impertinent flush of my face and cool it down.
When I thought Cade was done with his unforeseen antics, he proves me wrong by asking another question.
"I have a terrible voice." Cade looks away from the TV where he's scrolling for a song to sing. He meets my face and I could practically squirm under the intensity of his gaze.
The smile on his lips flattered, telling me I shouldn't have said that. He hates it when I talk bad about myself.
"I'm pretty sure everyone's voice aside Jacob and Camila is terrible Freya." Ophelia says with a laugh from besides me.
"You're still gonna sing though and you're not backing out of it." I groan at Zayn's interjection and cover my face with a cushion, throwing my head back in brief frustration.
"Sure whatever."
After a few more seconds, Cade finally picks a song and his choice made my heart rate increase in an usual speed.
"No way dawg. I've cried over this song way too many times." Dylan voices out as the instrument starts.
"TMI Dylan." Comes Jacob in stern manner, but I pay zero focus to them, fully dedicating my attention to Cade. He chose Daylight by David Kushner.
Given Cade's preference in music I've gotten a taste of most times we spend together, I wouldn't expect him to sing or like a song like this. But he has always told me his music taste is versatile.
