Where Love Grows

Kiss You Inside Out

With Hunter home, things around the house got back into a good routine. We were working in co-write groups and Hunter was looking forward to his first night at the Bluebird tonight.

Between helping Stephanie with wedding plans and meeting with co-writers, I was still writing on my own. I had keeping a song in my back pocket called Inside Out, unsure if I wanted to keep it for myself.

I sat in the front room where our piano resided, the late September sun streamed through the window as I sat on the bench, trying to get the keys to make the right sounds. Unimpressed, I picked up an acoustic guitar and strummed a few chords, looking for the right groove.

"I don't know if you're ready to go
Where I'm willing to take you there
I will feel every inch of your skin
And you know I can rock your world
I won't be the calm in the storm
you're looking for
I'll be the shipwreck that takes you down
I don't mind if you lie in my bed
We can stay here forever now
Ouuu oohh
Turn off the lights
Take off your clothes
Turn on the stereo
Ouuu oohh."

I got distracted when I heard Hunter's key turn in the door.

"Oh hey love," he smiled bringing his guitar in, "what are you working on?"

"I'm not sure yet." I handed him the papers. He looked at me, eyes glistening before he grabbed his guitar to sit with me. He nodded before asking me to play it.

"I like it."

"But? Isn't it too sexy? Like I don't even know where this came from." I placed the guitar down.

"It is sexy."

"I'm too old for sexy," I laughed, "I should pass this up."

"I don't know." Hunter said, "You're not too old for this. I think you can add some ... energy to it." He took his guitar and played through it with his own twist, my jaw hitting the floor.

"You can have it," I laughed, "wow."

"I can't take your song."

"You could, but what I need you to do is to put those words into action." I moved closer, kissing him before whispering, "upstairs or the couch?" Without saying a word Hunter stood me up and lead me up the stairs.

"If I knew it was just gonna take a song to get you worked up," he said quietly between kissing my neck, his hands working their way around my body. I worked his belt buckle off and he put me down on the bed, taking off his shirt and jeans before laying his body beside me. His hands slipped up my dress, removing my underwear before his fingers explored my body. We continued kissing, and I slipped him out of his boxers, bringing my hand up and down over his member. He got over top of me, entering me slowly, then all at once, kissing my neck and collar bone. His hips moved rhythmically, keeping me excited. We maneuvered, keeping things exciting and reached our climaxes, laying breathless tangled up in the sheets.

I rolled over and kissed his cheek, "Dammit, I love you." I got up slowly and fished around for clothes.

"And I love you." He followed, dressing himself. "Did you want me to go get the kids?"

"Sure, I'll start dinner. They're super excited to see you play tonight." He gave me a kiss and a flirty pat on the butt before heading out.

"How is this different than your other shows dad?" Sutton asked, inquisitively.

"Well it's basically four or five people sitting in a circle playing whatever comes to the table. It celebrates song writers, it's fun."

We filed into the Bluebird and I grabbed a reserved seat with the kids as Hunter geared up with the other artists. We had a half hour until the doors opened,and the kids were buzzing with questions. "Mom have you ever played here?" Easton asked, his brown eyes were wide, observing the lights and pictures around the room.

"Well actually, if I'm not mistaken, the last time I played here I was eight months pregnant with you. I did an acoustic set and your dad played guitar for me."

"Wow," Sutton smiled, "that's awesome."

"Mom did you sing lots when I was in your belly?" Beckett asked, sipping his chocolate milk.

I shook my head, "Not any concerts or performances. But I always sang around the house and sang to you." Our conversation was disrupted by the ringing of bells as artists and guests alike filed into the cafe and grabbed seats. I saw a few familiar faces and gave small wave to Ryan Hurd and Maren Morris before catching Dustin's eye as Steph trailed in close behind him.

"Hey girl," Steph greeted me before saying hi to the kids, "how's it going guys? How's school?"

The kids made quick conversation as the owner of the cafe stepped forward, introducing the artists in the circle. "Tonight we welcome a friend of the Bluebird who we will be seeing a bit more of, please say hello to Hunter Hayes." The audience applauded and the music began.

"I am by no means taking credit for this song, but I have to play it because it's been sitting on my mind all afternoon," Hunter said, winking at me, "please enjoy."

"I don't care if you steal all my air
we can breathe in together as one
it's all right if you're here every night
waking up with you in the sun
we start with an hour
we find we waste the day
kicking back with the love we found.
I don't mind if you lie in my bed
we can stay here forever now.."

I had a smile resting on my lips and Sutton leaned into me. "You wrote that, didn't you?"
I nodded and caught Hunter's eye. He shot me a smile as he played through the rest of the song. The audience applauded.

"I wish I could tell you the title of that one. We would have to ask my wife." People turned to me and Hunter gestured me to stand. I did, and threw in a small wave.

"Inside Out." I said, that smile still fixated on my face.