Sing Me Your Song
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'He moved one of his hands to cup her cheek, his stomach doing somersaults when she leaned into his touch, still not breaking eye-contact. His other arm came around her waist and he felt like he could burst with happiness.
"Fuck." He said around a laugh.
"What?" She asked, confusion written over her soft, beautiful features.
"I am so completely falling in love with you." Her smile lit up his world as she clasped her hands behind his neck, drawing him closer.
"Good." She said softly. "Because I am already down there, I will catch you."'
Neal loves his life. He does what he loves: making music and playing in front of huge crowds that scream his own lyrics back at him, sharing the stage with his band and crew that are his second family. But when he meets Emma at a pub in London, he feels like he found something he had not even known he was missing. She lights a spark within him that soon lights up in a bursting flame. But he soon finds that even the brightest soul can have a dark past. And he realises that he would do everything to keep her safe. But however fast you try to run from your demons, they have a habit of catching up with you. Yet he is convinced that they can make it through.
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