“That was just a verse and a chorus of a little something I’ve been working on this past week. Did you like it?” He waited with bated breath.
Katie scooted closer and brought her hand up, sliding her fingers through his hair. “What would happen if… Ireallyliked your new song.”
Clay smiled and set the guitar down. He intensely looked her in the eye. “I’m so glad. I wrote it with you in mind.”
A giggle escaped her full lips, the sound causing him to grin from ear to ear. Palming her cheeks, he pulled her face forward and melded his mouth with hers. The faint taste of hops and barley greeted him as his tongue swirled eagerly with hers. She moaned, and he kissed her cheek up to her earlobe where he lightly nipped at her soft skin. “Am I forgiven?” he asked.
“Ummhumm…”
“Is there anything else I can do to make it up to you?”
“Ummhumm…,” she giggled, disengaging from his embrace. She stood and smiled down at him, offering her hand.
“Damn, girl. If this is your reaction after every song I write for you, I should just go ahead and name my first albumKatie.”
She playfully pulled him into the bedroom, the sound of her happy laugh echoing throughout the condo.
