Hell, one blink and I could’a missed you.
But the world stopped when you walked in.
The clouds stopped moving, and the air did chill.
Never woulda known what I was missin’,
‘Til you came up to me, and time stood still.
It was only me, and it was only you
Only you …
Oh, what’s a girl to do?
Shoulda known better,
but you broke right through
Only you,
Only you.
Only you,
Only you.
But the world stopped when you walked in.
The clouds stopped moving, and the air did chill.
Never woulda known what I was missin’,
‘Til you came up to me, and time stood still.
Now I wanna spend the rest o’ my years next to you,
Be a team player and start our new life.
Won’t try to blink cos I cannot miss it.
Got my eyes wide open, and they’re all for you.
Only you, baby, only you.”
I finished noting the chords in my notebook before pulling the guitar off and checking the time. I only had another fifteen minutes before my lunch break was over, so I shoveled a mouthful of salad in and began writing down the song.
The words flowed out like they had been sitting there all along, waiting to be put on paper. Never in my life had songwriting come so easily to me. I had notebooks upon notebooks of chords, melodies, tunes, and lyrics, and none of them fit together as easily as this song did.
Excitement blossomed inside of me at the idea of being able to share this with Bastian and get his perspective about it. Finishing my salad in a record number of bites, I packed everything up and then hurried back to work to finish my shift.
I spent the rest of the day playing with the kids, trying not to favor Tommy and Sophie, and then when Bastian came to pick them up, I called out to him to ask him to stay. With a quick hug for me, then their dad, Tommy and Sophie took off running, heading toward Julian.
“Bastian,” I called, stepping closer, smiling as he lingered behind. “I don’t suppose you have a babysitter for tonight?” I asked, my fingers curling at my side, longing to reach out and touch him. My lips tingled with the need to feel his at the burst of memory of what his mouth could do to my body.
What could he do with the whole package if he was that good with his mouth?
“I can probably figure something out. Why?” A sly grin spread across his face as I glanced over my shoulder before risking reaching out to touch him. Anything would do. Just a brief passing touch would be good enough.