Hot Summer Nights
In the time before the twilight
Settles on the world
Woah, you can feel the magic
Dreamin' of someone to hold tight
One more lonely girl
Woah, goes on automatic
Everywhere across the land
In front of their mirrors with combs in their hands
They prepare to make a stand
Lover to lover, woman to man (Livin' for the...)
I stood in the middle of the empty room, in front of the long row of ballet mirrors, and stretched. The twilight began to fall over the world, light fading through the windows. I felt the magic of twilight, and wished not to be single in this night. I wished to hold someone close. The young men who watched me usually were out on the town, probably getting drunk with their women. I was a beautiful girl to men. I raised a comb to my hair, brushing it back to put into a ponytail, when he came in. Leonard H. McCoy, my one dream guy who I know only watches me, never to love me.
Sidewalk hot summer nights Sitting out upon the front steps And some believe that love is won
Radio 'bout to blow
Small talk under the lights
Feel the heat, wild and sweet
Hot summer nights
Bursting at the seams
Woah, driven by desire
Hometown hero haunts the mainstreet
Dreaming desperate dreams
Woah, where there's smoke there's fire
And some of them go like they're under the gun
In between what's already done
And the promise the feel in the evening to come
(Livin' for the...)
The music blared until it was like the radio was going to blow. He took my waist, twirling me and I felt the magic intensify when he touched me. My cheeks flushed slightly when he suddenly pulled me into him. He looked deep into my eyes, heat, wild and sweet, dancing in his hazel eyes, even in the dark that surrounded us. It felt like he'd been staring, sitting on the school's steps, dreaming and taking in the lasting fire of the last glowing embers of the sunset. Where there's smoke, he's the fire. The fire spread through his fingers and through me. We danced until I couldn't feel the floor.
"What would it take to claim your love, Sara? A fight? You're worth one, and I'd do that just for you to say I love you." He whispered in my ear, grasping my hips tightly, but not enough to bruise me.
Oh, oh hot summer nights In the end two hearts will meet
Oh, oh hot summer nights
And maybe they'll find whatever they seek
If they can, they'll learn how to keep
The faith that they found in the sound of the beat
(Out for those...)
"No fight should be fought," I paused as he twisted with me, our arms crossing on my waist and my back to his hard-breathing chest. "Not to claim my heart. You've already claimed it."
"That's the music talkin', isn't it?" He asked, his Southern drawl causing me to shiver. He sounded like he was begging to know if I'd meant what I'd said. My hand broke free and craddled his cheek caringly.
"No," I brought his head to mine and whispered just before our lips could meet, "it isn't the beat. It's the faith we found with it." Our lips collided, sparks and love flying. He held me close, not letting go. I pressed myself as close to him as possible and kissed him fiercely. I wanted him to know I love him. We loved each other, our hearts meeting. We'll learn to keep this faith, no cheating, no lies, no loss.
Hot summer nights