Lib Novel Page 78
What had he done to me?
“When are you coming back?” I asked.
“Not sure. Need to, you know. Figure it out. Get a ride. All that.”
All that. I had to laugh. “Gray?”
“Yeah?”
“What else have you been up to?”
“Not much. Wrote some lyrics. Old habits die hard, as they say. Helped my dad in the garden. Cleared the garage. Tried to buy my dad a new car. You know what I’m like.”
“That why he shouted at you?”
He laughed. “Yeah. And I wrote a lullaby.”
“A lullaby?”
“Something stupid. A little…you know. Love song.”
“Cheesy.” I was teasing him.
“Wanna hear it?”
“Sure. Sing to me.”
“Hang on, just need to close the door. Don’t want my parents listening to me.”
I grinned, little butterflies lifting off in my stomach as he cleared his throat.
“I tell you that I love you, but when I do, I break your heart,” he sang softly. “When the darkness comes, I lie down with you, my hand entwined with yours. We heal up all our wounds in those quiet hours, a fragile plaster on our broken souls, ready to destroy what we have all over again. So let’s take on the night, because this is no ordinary lullaby.”
I wanted to reply, but his voice… Now I knew why millions of people swooned when he sang. That raspy silk, right there in my ear.
“A plaster on your soul? Seriously, G?”
He giggled softly. “It’s shite, isn’t it? But anyway. Shut up. I’m singing. You’re supposed to be in awe of my brilliance.”
“Go on. Woo me.”
“When I tell you all these words, you’re the keeper of my secrets, even when I’m far away, I’m right there next to you. My arms around you through the night, because that’s where we belong. So let’s take on the night…”
“Stop it.” I laughed.
“Too cheesy?”
“No, it’s perfect. Now, shut up and let me go to sleep.”
“You sure you don’t want me to sing to you? I’m very famous, you know. Millions of people buy my records. Pay a lot of money to see me live.”
“Do they now?”
“Well, they come to hear the prerecorded backing track while I wiggle my hips.”
“Idiot.”
“I know.” More smiles. “Can I ring you tomorrow?”