[Songs included 🖤]
A fiercely ambitious university girl.
A haunted, tattooed bad boy.
And a whole lot of sexual tension.
Quinn has her life meticulously planned out, her eyes set firmly on success.
And then there's Mason, who she didn't plan on
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Despite having performed countless times before, singing for her made my nerves go haywire. I couldn't tear my eyes away from her as she sat there in that chair, radiating an ethereal glow. Her silky blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she wore minimal makeup, which only highlighted her natural beauty. She didn't need any of that shit.
As I started singing the heartfelt lyrics to her, I aimed to convey the depth of my emotions. What was she waiting for? I loved her, and I couldn't express it in anything less than a grand gesture, right in front of a crowd. I wasn't ashamed of finding the one person I wanted to hold close for the rest of my days. If that made me a pussy, then I was king puss and I didn't give a shit.
When the song came to an end, her eyes grew glassy, and I quickly secured my microphone before making my way over to her. I slipped my hand around her waist and whispered into her ear, my heart pounding. "Are you okay?" I asked, hoping she wasn't upset by my confession. Her scent consuming me, intoxicatingly sweet, driving me wild. She always smelled absolutely delicious.
She stood on her tiptoes and gently kissed my cheek, a kiss so soft it barely registered. "Thank you. That was beautiful. I.. better go help Jim with the drinks," she breathed into my ear before walking off the stage.
Fuck, I had messed up. She was shutting me out, and I could practically see the walls going up right before my eyes. My gut churned with anxiety as I watched her figure navigate through the crowd of rowdy men. I cleared my throat, trying to shake off the intrusive thoughts, at least until after the show. I had to finish the set for Jim's sake, especially since it was his special night and he had paying customers. If it weren't for worrying about his profits, I would have jumped off the stage and chased after her. For now, I could only keep an eye on her from the bar until the night came to a close. But until then, those two hours felt like an eternity, the longest fucking hours of my entire life.
Quinn
Navigating through the bustling crowd, I made my way to the other side of the bar to lend a hand to Jim. It seemed like tonight had drawn in double the usual Friday night crowd, which was great for him.
Since mixing drinks wasn't exactly my forte, Jim handed me a bottle opener and assigned me the task of popping beer caps for the paying customers. It turned out to be a simple rhythm: take money, pop a cap, take money, pop a cap. It gave my mind some space to wander, although I wasn't particularly keen on letting it roam freely.
I couldn't shake off the events of the past hour—the intimate moment on stage between Mason and me. It was an act of kindness and love unlike anything I had ever experienced. It forced me to confront the depth of my feelings for him. There was no denying it—I was falling for him, hard.
But I didn't want to let him down like the others who had come and gone in his life. I couldn't reveal the extent of my feelings because, in the end, I wasn't certain if I could stay. I didn't want to gain his trust only to shatter it. I couldn't bear to hurt him like that. But deep down, I couldn't ignore the possibility that my actions of keeping him in the dark were inadvertently causing him pain. I knew that withholding my true feelings could be a source of confusion and frustration for him.
He'll come to understand soon enough...
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