Note: I heard Carrie Underwood's "Heartbeat" on the radio the other day and I thought it fit these two so perfectly :-)
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I love it when we're at a party in a downtown crowd
but I can't hear you call me baby with the music up loud
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She doesn't mind going to these parties with him, really. He always says it's some sort of requirement, being a star football player and all, but she knows he loves hanging out with the guys. She would say she likes hanging out with the girls, too, but doing kegstands and flirting with half the football team has never been her thing.
There's only one football player she wants to flirt with, and he's across the room laughing with his buddies.
She tries to keep herself distracted, she really does, but she can't help it if her eyes keep searching him out. He's magnetic, with his thousand-watt smile and the long line of his throat when he sips his beer. So when he meets her eyes across the room, she feels her lips quirk into a secretive grin, and he returns the favor.
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red wine, good times, no, I don't mind being with everyone else
then there's nights like tonight when I want you to myself
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She's half-listening to a fellow rally girl fawn over one of the wide receivers when she feels a hand curve around her hip. It's not hard to figure out who it is, especially when he presses his lips to her ear so only she can hear him. "I think it's about time we got out of here, don't you?"
She nods, looking back to meet his eyes, laughing at the mischievous smirk on his lips. She lets him take her hand and lead her to his truck. She's too busy catching the wind between her fingers out the window to pay attention to where they're going, but she hears the familiar sound of grass under the tires, and she can't help but smile.
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tonight, I wanna drive so far, we'll only find static on the radio, oh
we can't see those city lights, and I love the way you look in a firefly glow
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He parks the truck in a field outside of town, a vacant lot that's been for sale for as long as she can remember, leaves the radio on and kills the headlights. She abandons her boots in the truck and gets out after him. He leans against the grill of the truck, takes her hand as she stands in front of him. "You look beautiful tonight," he tells her offhandedly.
She blushes. "Thanks." She smiles, links her fingers with his, steps a little closer. "You look pretty handsome yourself." Fireflies light up the spark in his eyes, and she leans in to kiss him quickly. "So we didn't stay long tonight. What happened? Got tired of Tinker and his whiskey breath?"
He smiles. "Nah. Just felt like being with you."
The butterflies flutter in her stomach. She fights a smile and rolls her eyes. "C'mon, you love hanging out with the guys like that, don't lie."
He purses his lips, considering. "Yeah, you're right. But I can't do this with any of the guys." He steps away from the truck and tugs her against him, one hand holding hers and the other resting on her waist.
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sayin' everything without makin' a sound, a cricket choir in the background
underneath the harvest moon, dancin' on your shoes in my bare feet
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She laughs out loud, letting him sway and twirl her to whatever tune is in his head. The radio has long since turned to static, but she doesn't care. She lays her head on his shoulder, presses her forehead against his neck. When her bare feet get cold in the dewy grass, she stands on his shoes and lets him lead.
She doesn't know how long they stay that way, dancing and breathing and being, before he moves both hands around her waist. She pulls away to look at him, feels her breath catch in her throat at the intensity in his eyes.
His lips part like he wants to say something, but no words come out. She hears them anyway.
I love you.
Instead of responding, she lets her eyes do the talking for her.
I love you, too.
A slow smile spreads across his face, and he presses his lips to hers sweetly. He presses his forehead against hers, meets her eyes, and she knows she'll never love anyone the way she loves Luke Cafferty.
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dancin' to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
