Page 134 of Hot Girls Date Shifters

She presses a hand over her heart.

The room falls silent.

I let my fingers settle over the strings.

One slow breath.

Then another.

The first chord fills Moon & Mug.

Warm.

Gentle.

Comfortable.

Like coming home.

I begin to sing.

Every word is for her.

The room disappears.

The audience disappears.

It's just me...

And my mate.

Halfway through the first verse, I see it.

Her eyes glisten.

She knows.

Not the song itself.

I've kept this one hidden.

No.

She knows this isn't just another performance.

This is a piece of my heart I've never let anyone hear.

The words I'd been writing since the day she walked into my life.

I watch her lips part ever so slightly.

She remembers.

The fox.

The bite.

The lake.