Part 18 (1/2)
Except he was sprawled on the floor in front of her sofa. They'd eaten pizza, had s.e.x again, and now they were watching another movie. Ty seemed content to drink a soda and spend the night just hanging out with her. He'd made no demands other than on her body, which was sore in all the right places.
She'd had a great night, and she wasn't done with him by a long shot.
The movie ended and he tilted his head back. ”Did you like that one?”
She had. And so had he. He had a great laugh and even reached up to grab her hand during the emotional, weepy part when he'd heard her sniffling. And-bonus-he hadn't made fun of her. There was a lot to be said for a man who supported a woman who cried at the sad parts of movies.
”It was a good romance.”
He swiveled to face her. ”It was. They both made mistakes and they did stupid s.h.i.+t they needed to make up for, so there was a balance on both sides. Both of them were wrong.”
”That's true. They each had to grow and learn about themselves before they ended up together at the end.”
He grinned. ”Yeah. It was a good story. And I liked the fact that he brought her that puppy from the animal shelter.”
”Aot Ty was there, and she did what came naturally to her-she sang, the words flowing out from her as she strummed the strings of the guitar.
It was one of the songs she'd written recently-about needing freedom, of feeling trapped and being chained. She worked into a bridge about her dreams, of all the places she'd go if she were free. It was a slow, melancholy song, but one filled with hope.
When she finished, she looked up, and Ty was leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees.
”Wow, Jenna. You're amazing.”
She felt the heat from her neck to her cheeks. ”You think so?”
”Yeah. I mean, a lot more amazing than I thought you'd be.”
Her lips curved. ”So, you expected me to suck.”
”I expected this was just something you dabbled in. I didn't expect you to be so d.a.m.n good. You have an incredible voice. And that song. You wrote it?”
She nodded.
”How long have you been writing music?”
She shrugged.
”Jenna.”
”A long time.”
He dragged his fingers through his hair and stood, then sat on the floor across from her. ”I'm no expert in music, but that was good. Really good.”
”Thanks.”
”How long have you been playing?”
”Again. A long time.”
”Tell me about it.”
”It's not really a big deal.”
He looked around at the sheet music piled up and scattered throughout the room. ”It's obviously a big deal to you. You write, you play. Tell me.”
She sucked in a breath. ”I took a couple music courses in college before I dropped out. I really enjoyed them a lot.”
”And?” he asked after she paused.
”Nothing. I just liked the courses and missed the whole music thing after I was done with school. So I started writing songs.”
”Sing something else.”
She couldn't help the little thrill that zinged through her. ”Okay.”
This time she chose a song more upbeat, a popular song familiar to anyone who ever listened to the radio. It was one of her favorites, and it was in her range. She sang it all the time and it always made her feel good. When she finished, Tyler clapped and she laughed.
”Thanks,” she said.