All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm no good without you
The sultry tone of Frank Sinatra's voice rang throughout the room as she began unpacking boxes of pictures and placing them on shelves and the fireplace mantel. He walked into the room, leaning against the door frame as he watched her hips sway and the glass of pink wine in her hand dance along with her, threatening to pour out onto the new, white carpet.
Take my lips
I want to lose them
Take my arms
I'll never use them
A soft, husky chuckle let her know she was there and she turned, cheeks a dusted rose.
"Way to sneak up on me," she muttered as he approached her and took the wine glass out of her hand, placing it on the mantel. She smiled as he took her hand in his and placed his other on the small of her back, spinning her around the room.
Your goodbye
Left me with eyes that cry
How can I
Go along without you
You took the part
That once was my heart
So why not
Take all of me
"Did I mention that I hate Sinatra," he whispered in her ear as their bodies swayed in time? She laughed as he dipped her and as she was lifted back to a standing position, she kissed him.
"Stop complaining. It's stuff like this that gets you laid." She winked and walked back over to her wine glass, leaving him flustered and even more in love than he had been.
All of me
Why not take all of me
Can't you see
I'm no good without you
Take my lips
I want to lose them
Take my arms
I'll never use them
So why not
Take all of me
Never in a million years did Nick Miller think he would fall in love with Jessica Day. Let alone dance with her in the middle of the brand new home together.
Now, however, it's easy to say that she has all of him.