Page 34 of Summer Serenade
CHAPTER EIGHT
Working on Nash’s song thrilled Ivy. At first she was uncomfortable in his hotel room, but during dinner, she relaxed. And once they were playing…
She loved the back and forth between them. The way they finished each other’s lines and riffed off one another. She’d written music with a classmate in high school. He’d been her first kiss and inspired several songs, but they’d never shared the same…connection as she felt tonight.
Nash stopped playing. “I have an idea.”
The way ideas popped into his head and made him want to explore them was adorable. But the rabbit trails had led to good stuff for the song. “What?”
“A chord progression.” He set his guitar on the table, stood behind her, and placed his left arm next to hers. “Try this.”
As his fingers moved on the guitar’s neck, his fresh soap scent tickled her nose. She breathed in, wanting more.
Uh-oh.
His other arm reached around her and his right hand strummed, as he played the chord progression again. His position was awkward, trapping her against him. She kind of liked it.
Talk about Nash being trouble with a capital T.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Oh, right.She was supposed to be paying attention to his playing—not him. “Could you do it again?”
He did.
This time she watched his fingers, mimicking the actions with her own. “That adds another layer. I like it.”
“Me, too.”
With each breath, she waited for him to move away from her.
Nash didn’t.
She turned to look at him.
As his gaze met hers, Ivy’s heart skipped a beat. Maybe three. That had never happened when she co-wrote in high school, either. Not even after they’d kissed.
She swallowed.
A grin spread across Nash’s handsome face, making him look younger and more carefree, rather than carrying around the weight of his career and choices. “The song is almost there.”
Ivy stood transfixed on this man, who had more layers to him than his song would. The temperature rose ten degrees. “Only a matter of fine-tuning now.”
“I agree.”
Only two words, but his voice resonated with her as if the sound waves penetrated her skin.
His gaze lowered to her lips.
Ivy focused on his.
Soft, full, waiting for…her.
Each nerve ending went on high alert. Worse? Ivy wanted to kiss him.
If she tilted her head up and moved—
Wait.What was she doing?
