It’s just a song that’s all,” he said, tuning his guitar so he didn’t have to see her face. “Inspiration comes from many places, so don’t freak out. I’m not going to ask you to be my baby mama or anything.” Even as the words left his mouth, he knew he’d gone and fucked it up. Once he did catch her in his peripheral vision, Mel looked like she was damn near ready to bolt. Rigid body, flushed face, wild eyes. Tempting as hell, but that was beside the point. Why did he have to tell her the name of the song? It just as easily could’ve been about anyone else. She didn’t have to know. But that was him, laying it all on the table. Whether people were ready for it or not. And from Mel’s guarded expression, she was most definitely in the not camp. “Let’s hear it then.” She smiled, but the wariness on her face hadn’t yet faded. He shifted on the stool in front of her and closed his eyes before strumming that first cord.
