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CHAPTER FOUR (#3): Harry & Tracey
As soon as they'd hopped up from the sofas and met again, Harry had taken a hold of Tracey's hand and dragged her back into their private room. Shutting the door quickly, he spun on her, amped to touch her again. "Say it's okay to hug and kiss you again," he begged, his heart leaping madly in his chest.
Tracey's beautiful smile lit up her face. "It's okay to hug and kiss me again," she parroted him, stepping closer to him. "Now you say the same," she bid.
Harry nodded excitedly. "Heck, yes! Hug and kiss me!"
His girl's arms wrapped about his waist and their bodies collided as she melted into him. Dropping his card to the floor and thrusting his hands into her hair, Harry bent his head to capture her affection again. There was no gentleness this time; he started out strong with intention. His tongue licked over hers, stroking at her lips boldly, possessively. Tracey gasped, tipped herself closer, encouraging his ravaging hunger for her taste. As her confidence in their melding grew, her mouth fought for more of his kiss, and Harry felt his witch's carefully contained wildness spilling out in the grip of her hands through his hair and the passion of her response. The little whimpers escaping her throat between the pulling of their lips and the writhing of her lithe body against his drove him mad, made his higher brain fuzz out as instinct took over. She was so soft, pliable, and as eager as he…
As they came up for air finally, Harry's heart was beating madly in his chest. He pressed his cheek to Tracey's and rubbed gently against her. "I really like doing this with you," he confessed. "I don't even know you all that well, but I feel like…" He nuzzled into her throat. "This is a good thing we have going here. Do you feel the same?"
"Yes," her voice whispered softly in his ear as she turned her head slightly and nestled closer. Her fingers caressed his back gently over his shirt, causing tingles to run up and down his spine. "Harry, I… really like you a lot."
His stomach turning somersaults in giddiness, Harry swallowed heavily against the emotion that crept up his throat. All his young life, he'd been alone. Yes, he had excellent, loyal, companionable friends and a godfather who doted on him, and they had all filled the role of his lost family, but he still felt the distinct lack of a deeper, more elusive and meaningful connection. From the moment he'd first known the truth about his parents' relationship, his greatest wish had been for his heart to be filled up with the kind of love James and Lily Potter had had for each other. To be cared about for the man he had grown into, to prove that he was worthy of such a gift, to give of himself fully and without reservation to someone who could accept him with equal feeling – that was his most profound desire. Had he found it at last in this witch? Was this where his heart could truly lie?
There was only one way to find out; he would play this game through with courage and honesty, and allow himself to hope.
"Are you thirsty or hungry?" he asked, pulling back slightly, keeping his arms about her, still needing that important contact.
Tracey shook her head. "I'm okay for now. Thank you." Shyly, she brought her arms around and up between them to play with the collar and top buttons of his shirt. "Perhaps, though, we should begin? I don't want us to lose the game because we forgot to perform our cards." Her teasing smile was adorable, and lit up her hazel eyes with glimmers of mischief.
Harry cleared his throat, having read his card earlier and feeling a tad nervous about her reaction. "My card this turn is a bit, um… well… you're going to laugh at me, I believe," he admitted, reciting from memory his action this round:
FORFEIT: You must sing a romantic song to your partner.
Tracey gave a tinkling, sweet laugh. "That sounds like fun, actually!"
Feeling the heat crawl up his cheeks, Harry shook his head. "Good thing we all invested in earmuffs for Sprout's class, because you're going to need them this round. I sound like a juvenile Mandrake when I sing."
Leaning up on tiptoes, Tracey gave him a small, quick kiss with her eyes locked onto his. "You said your dancing was terrible, too, but I found it to be rather enjoyable."
Ooh, boy. Yep, he was definitely losing the argument between his heart and mind to take things slowly. There was no denying it; a few more innocent remarks and kisses like that and he was going to be head over heels in love.
"So, um, what about your card?" he asked, trying to keep the conversation rolling.
Now it was his partner's turn to blush, but the smile she tried to hide by pursing her lips made things in his belly crawl about with eagerness. Apparently, her card was either going to be completely silly like his or…
Pulling herself from his arms and stooping to pick up the card she, too, had let fall to the floor when they'd embraced, she read it to him:
FORFEIT: Your partner gets to lick any part on your body of their choice. You cannot touch them.
His tongue on her body… anywhere he wanted?
Harry's 'friend' in his pants jerked awake.
Bloody hell, he really should have wanked before coming to the game, like Ron had suggested. It had been weeks since he'd been with a woman, and now he was here with this irresistible, very attractive witch (who smelled entirely too tempting, and smiled alluringly with her whole being, and made him feel alive), and the first blatantly sexual act between them was going to probably make him come in his pants.
Darn it, he had better control than this!
Maybe.
He hoped anyway.
Tracey stepped away from him and drifted towards the couch. Harry suddenly felt worried by her reaction. He hurried to her side, took a seat next to her on the sofa and took her hand in his. "We don't have to do this if you don't want," he offered, his heart slamming under his ribs in anxiety. "We can trade cards, or… I'll forfeit. I don't want to push you into something you're not comfortable with."
His partner looked up at him with wide, surprised eyes. "What makes you think I don't want your mouth on me?"
Harry's jaw dropped open. Holy lords above, did she really just say that?
Realizing how bawdy she'd just sounded, Tracey tried to backtrack. "I… I mean… I like your tongue. It's a nice tongue," she stammered, her face positively radiating crimson.
He couldn't help it – Harry started laughing. "Well, I'm glad we've established that," he finally managed. "So, it's okay for me to perform my card on you then?"
Tracey nodded. "I'd like that… For you to lick me…" As if realizing after the fact how sexual that sounded, she slapped her knee with her free hand. "Oh, foot! You know what I mean!" She shut her eyes and sighed deeply, shaking her head in frustration. "Why are you the only person on the planet I find myself tongue-tied around?"
Tenderness welled in Harry's heart, even as a wide grin overtook his face. Cupping her jaw, he turned her towards him and her eyelids fluttered open to zero in on his again. "Tell you what, I'll put my mouth on you only where you want. You tell me, okay?"
Her hand in his, still resting on her lap, trembled slightly, but she nodded. "Okay. But… can you go first? I think… I'm a little too nervous right this second."
Leaning forward, Harry placed a gentle kiss on her lips. "All right." He sat back and let her hand go, tugging at the collar of his shirt, uneasy with the idea of belting out a song for her. Recalling a trip he'd taken last summer into Muggle Soho for a night of wacky fun with Fred, George, Charlie, Ron and Hermione, an idea suddenly struck him. "Hey, do you know what Karaoke is?"
Tracey shook her head. "A Muggle invention, I'm guessing?"
He nodded. "It's interactive music that you can sing a song to. The words appear on a television screen – remember what that is from Muggle Studies?"
Tracey lit up. "Yes, I'm half-blood, remember? My mother was Muggle-born. We had an old black and white telly in my house when I was a child, but it kept breaking because of the magical interference from mum's spells." She frowned suddenly. "How are you going to make it work here?"
Harry, who had the idea already forming in his head as to how to make it work, waggled his eyebrows at her. "Watch the wizard work his magic," he mysteriously joked, then concentrated on what he wanted to appear on the far wall. A giant movie picture screen unfolded, the canvas flopping to the ground. With another thought, he had the couch rotating to face the screen. Tracey laughed in surprise and lifted her legs as the sofa righted itself. Next, he conjured a karaoke projector, commanding that the item be able to work magically (hey, if the fireplace could do it, why not this? Maybe he'd even just invented something new!). He summoned a microphone and surround-sound speakers to sit all about the room to work with the projector. Then, he considered the musical selection.
Hmmm… something fun, but romantic… Ah, a little Harry Connick Jr. would do just fine here! "Recipe for Love" was one of his favourites. "Don't laugh," he teasingly warned his date as the sound of a jazz piano began, followed by a full big band orchestra. On the screen before them in black letters against a light blue backdrop, a series of words appeared. As the words changed colour to cue him, Harry began singing.
A little bit of me and a whole lot of you.
Add a dash of starlight and a dozen roses, too.
Then let it rise for a hundred years or two,
And that's the recipe for making love.
It doesn't need sugar 'cause it's already sweet.
It doesn't need an oven 'cause it's got a lot of heat.
Just add a dash of kisses to make it all complete,
And that's the recipe for making love.
And if you've made it right you'll know it…
It's not like anything you've made before.
And if you've made it wrong you'll know it…
'Cause it won't keep you coming back for more.
I didn't get it from my grandma's book upon the shelf.
I didn't get it from a magical and culinary elf.
No, a little birdie told me you can't make it by yourself.
And that's the recipe for making love.
During the interlude, Tracey nudged him with her shoulder. "Liar! You sing really well!" Harry cleared his throat, feeling the stifling heat rise up his cheeks again, and finished up the song.
It's not like anything you've made before…
No, 'cause it won't keep you coming back for more…
No, I didn't get it from my grandma's book upon the shelf.
Didn't get it from a magical and culinary elf.
No, a little birdie told me that you can't make it by yourself.
And that's the recipe...
Ooh, that's the recipe…
And that's the recipe for making love!
Tracey clapped enthusiastically at the end and threw her arms about his neck, kissing him soundly on the lips. "That was marvelous!"
Harry's face heated up; even his ears felt hot. "Uh, thanks." To cover his momentary ineptitude, he leaned forward and kissed Tracey back. "Want to give it a try?" he offered her the mic.
Tracey bit her lip. "I… don't know too many Muggle songs."
Harry shrugged. "Just pick something you do know and might be able to sing without sounding like a croaking toad, and then laugh about it afterwards." He winked at her and gave her a cheesy grin. "That's the secret to getting through karaoke."
Tracey hesitantly took the microphone. "I just sing into this?" she asked, bringing it to her lips and jerking back as her voice echoed loudly throughout the room. "Oh, well, this seems easy. Okay, a song… Oh! I know!" She gave him a sly look from the corner of her eye, her lids lowering to half-mast and a wicked smile illuminating her features, making Harry's prick stand up and take serious notice again. "So, do I just tell the machine to play the song I want and ask for the lyrics to appear on the screen then?"
He swallowed and nodded, wondering what she was up to. His partner looked, in that moment, like the cat that had swallowed the proverbial canary.
"All right then, you asked for it…" she warned.
A jazz trumpet began, and when the words immediately appeared on the screen before them, Harry nearly fell over in astonishment, a hearty laugh bubbling forth from his lips even as Tracey began singing:
I am here to state…
I'm here to relate…
To explain…
and make it plain that:
I'm just wild about Harry,
and Harry's wild about me!
The heavenly blisses of his kisses
fill me with ecstasy.
He's sweet like chocolate candy,
and just like honey from a bee!
Oh, I'm just wild about Harry,
and he's just wild about me!
Oh, I'm just wild about Harry,
and he's just wild about…
Cannot do without…
He's just wild about me!
Tracey joined in the laughter as soon as the last note hit, her face practically glowing from embarrassment.
Harry applauded, shaking his head and continuing to chuckle. "Brava! You sounded just like Judy Garland, too!" He leaned over and kissed her smiling cheek.
"Can we do it again?" she asked, her eyes positively radiant.
How could Harry possibly say 'no' to that? He nodded. "Want to go or shall I?"
Tracey handed the mic back. "Your turn. Sing something fun to me, señor."
Considering his next song already, he took the proffered device and mock-bowed. "As you command, mistress mine." He sang "I Saw Her Standing There" by The Beatles to her next, turning it into something totally silly by intentionally singing it campy. To his delight, Tracey knew this song, and she even half-danced in her seat, bopping back and forth and snapping and clapping in time to the beat.
On her turn, she sang Lesley Gore's version of "Sunshine, Lollipops and Rainbows" to him. She was such an amazingly good singer, even better than the original artist in his opinion, her melodic voice turning even a fast-paced, fun song into something adorably sultry. It made him want to throw her into the couch and snog her senseless.
They ended the set with a slow, romantic tune of Harry's choosing - one of his favourite songs from the previous decade: "I Want To Know What Love Is" by Foreigner. It seemed like that song perfectly reflected his feelings for her in that moment, and he wanted to share this with her, knowing she probably hadn't ever heard this song before, since her knowledge of Muggle music seemed to end with the 1960's. Grabbing her hand, he stood and pulled her up into his embrace.
Harry slow-danced with her again, softly singing along with the original vocalist, Lou Gramm, in her ear as he held her close.
I gotta take a little time…
A little time to think things over.
I better read between the lines,
In case I need it when I'm older.
Now this mountain I must climb,
Feels like the world upon my shoulders.
And through the clouds I see love shine…
It keeps me warm as life grows colder.
In my life there's been heartache and pain,
I don't know if I can face it again...
Can't stop now - I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life.
I wanna know what love is,
I want you to show me.
I wanna feel what love is,
I know you can show me.
Pressing kisses against her ear, moving down her throat, Harry decided that now would be the perfect time to perform her card. Suckling a little hard against her pulse, he began his seduction of her senses, whispering the words to the song at each parting of his lips from her skin.
I'm gonna take a little time,
A little time to look around me.
I've got nowhere left to hide…
It looks like love has finally found me.
Tracey melted into him, turning her neck fully, giving him complete, unfettered access, trusting him to guide her through this moment. Her fingernails scraped through his hair as he nibbled and licked, running his tongue all up and down her throat.
In my life there's been heartache and pain,
I don't know if I can face it again…
I can't stop now - I've traveled so far
To change this lonely life.
Gripping her hips tightly, Harry held her still as he let his mouth explore the skin of her neck and the dip of her shoulder thoroughly. "So sweet," he murmured in her ear as he took her lobe between his teeth, nipping it.
I wanna know what love is,
I want you to show me.
I wanna feel what love is,
I know you can show me.
I wanna know what love is,
I want you to show me.
And I wanna feel, I want to feel what love is,
And I know, I know you can show me.
His witch moaned and gasped, pressing her body into his completely, her left leg running slowly up the outside of his. Smoothing his hand down her hip, around the curve of her bum, down her leg, he gripped her under her knee and pulled the leg up, wrapping it around his thigh, groaning as her sweet spot pressed and rubbed against his throbbing erection.
Let's talk about love…
(I wanna know what love is) The love that you feel inside.
(I want you to show me) I'm feeling so much love.
(I wanna feel what love is) No, you just cannot hide.
(I know you can show me)
Harry ravished Tracey's lips, slipping his tongue into the slit of her mouth and teased hers into playing with him again. They lapped at each other, kissed with wet, fierce emotion, equal in their shared ardor and passion.
Merlin Almighty, he wanted this girl!
I wanna know what love is, let's talk about love…
(I want you to show me) I wanna feel it too.
(I wanna feel what love is) I wanna feel it too.
And I know, and I know, I know you can show me.
Show me what is real,
Yeah, I know.
Grabbing his witch's long, soft hair and lightly tugging, he tilted her neck all the way back, and traced the curve of her chin with the tip of his tongue, over her bared throat, down to the heart-shaped centre of her collarbone, continuing further until his lips and tongue fell into the valley of her breasts. She cried out in a husky moan as his mouth circled her left nipple through her dress and bra.
(I wanna know what love is) Hey I wanna know what love is.
(I want you to show me) I wanna know, I wanna know, want to know…
(I wanna feel what love is) Hey, I wanna feel love.
I know you can show me.
It occurred to him that things were moving really fast as the last notes of the song faded out. He pulled back slightly, ran his mouth back up her throat to her ear. "Is this okay?" he murmured, not wanting to scare her off with his need to have her, but desperate for just a little more. She'd become his tempting Eve, with her perfectly shaped body, and her alluring, sincere eyes, and those painted lips of hers that tasted like sweet, summer melon. "Can I touch you like this with my hands and my mouth?" He felt himself drowning in her scent, seduced by her heat. Nuzzling against her hairline, he pressed wet lips to the shell of her ear. "Will you let me lick your nipples, Tracey? Let me taste you?"
Against his cheek, he felt Tracey's heart pounding as fiercely as his own, the erratic beat exciting the blood in his veins to a fierce tempo. She nodded to his request. "Yes," she sighed, her fingernails pressing into his shoulders. "Put your mouth on me anywhere you want, Harry."
His lower abdomen clenched tight at her innocently daring, carte blanche offer, and Harry had to remind himself to take it slow; not to rush headlong into the sensations that recklessly pounded through his blood.
With slightly trembling fingers, he hooked his fingers under one shoulder strap of her dress and slid it down her arm, along with her bra, dropping it as far as it could go. Gliding across the fabric, he found and cupped her breast, pushing up gently, his mouth latching back onto the pulse of her neck and biting softly at the same time. Tracey moaned again in that same low, longing tone, and Harry felt her rising desire in her hitching breath, heard her softly elicited, mewling demands for more of the bliss he was providing, and a wave of scorching heat passed through him, slamming into his gut. Her need drove him onward, overrode his control measures. Sliding the material of her dress down in the front, pulling the cup of her bra with it, he traveled back downward, letting his tongue trace circles over the exposed flesh as it was revealed. When one perfectly pink, erect nipple finally appeared, Harry groaned, and dipped his head immediately, taking it between his lips. It was absolute heaven, suckling on her pert, responsive breast, tasting the salty-sweetness of her skin.
"Oh, Harry!" Tracey gasped in bliss and arched her back even further to give him as much of herself as possible. "Harry!"
Hearing his voice said in that tone made Harry harder than he could ever remember being. If things kept going as they were… He laved over her nipple with wet, insistent strokes of his tongue, pulling it back between his lips to nurse hard, dragging her further and further into the storm along with him.
He shifted his arms, tugged the other side of her dress and bra down, bared that breast as well, and turned his head to cherish it with similar heat. She had the prettiest nipples – of medium size, with beige areolas the size of galleons, dusky-coloured at the tips, and begging for his attention. He gave her what she wanted with ardor, both ravishing and worshipping at the same time.
Nibbling his way back up the other side of her throat, he lapped over every place his teeth had paused to bite, before he worked his way back up to her ear. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
He swallowed, breathing hard, trying to regain control and to do the right thing, even as her face turned into his and recaptured his lips while one of her hands sought his at her waist, smoothing them together up over her torso until the roundness of her breast was cupped in his palm.
Tracey shook her head, her long, satiny hair brushing against his cheek. "No," she whispered somewhat firmly, and that was his undoing.
With a deep moan conveying his burning need, he ran his thumb over her wet nipple, rubbing back and forth, driving them both to new levels of insanity. "Then we won't," he told her, feeling the darker, dominant side of his masculine nature switch on. "We won't until you beg."
Turning them about, dropping her leg from around him, he tumbled them onto the couch, lay her back against the cushions, and bent his head to take an exposed, straining peak once more into his mouth. Tracey's supple body writhed against his to the chorus of her approval as he sucked and nipped her tit. "They're beautiful," he murmured in between licks. "The prettiest breasts I've ever seen and tasted. Pretty like you…" He moved to the other side, lapping, teasing her nip to stand to full attention. "You're perfect, Tracey. In every way, so perfect."
Raising his head, he reached for her lips again, continuing to tell her the thoughts in his heart amid kisses and stolen breaths. "I've waited for someone like you. Just like the song said - waited so long. Will you be my girlfriend? I want you to be mine. Not just for the game, but after. I want you after, too. Three dates is enough time to know that, right?"
Tracey nodded, gasping as his fingers pinched her nipples, rolled them. "Yes! Oh, Harry, yes!"
Harry's mind was fuzzy with compelling lust, and he moved on instinct now, losing himself in the touch, taste, feel and scent of his witch. Davis was gorgeous, and willing, and the most powerful aphrodisiac in the world right then to his starved senses.
One of his hands slid down her waist to begin bunching up the hem of her dress. When he could reach easily under the fabric, he caressed her over her panties – which were damp with desire. When she undulated her hips into the heel of his hand, pressing what he knew to be her clit against him, he felt his heart leap straight into his throat. He nearly lost what remained of his sanity, then.
Slipping his hand over the top band of her knickers, he quickly shoved his fingers under and touched her soft, wet curls for the first time. Tracey gasped in surprise, then moaned as he began running his tips through the hair, tickling, stroking, familiarizing his tactile senses with her texture, scenting her musky arousal in the air between them. His dick was so hard he ached clear to his very centre; he longed to rip those panties off and thrust into her, to bury his iron-hard length all the way up into her. Instead, he satisfied himself with slipping between her slit with his middle finger and lightly caressing her clit.
"Oh, Merlin!" Tracey cried out, arching into him. "That feels so good! I've never… Oh!"
Her innocent words slammed into his brain, hard-core and as heavy as a sledgehammer, and they jolted Harry out of the moment and made him realize just how far they'd progressed.
Godric's bones, he was fingering her!
Pulling away, he hurriedly lowered her dress again, trying to give her a modicum of respect, despite having shown her great disrespect in pushing for things so fast. "I'm sorry! I just…lost control." He looked into those wide, shocked, multi-coloured eyes of hers and felt remorse so great that his heart wanted to cower. "I didn't mean to push things so far, this quickly. I'm so sorry, Tracey."
Tracey's fingers on his lips shut him up immediately, and it was then that he recognized that she didn't seem to be in the least upset by what had transpired. In fact, she looked like being snogged properly and felt up was just what she'd always wanted; her swollen lips were parted by excited breath, her gaze shimmering with lust, a light sheen of perspiration on her forehead and cheeks indicated desire…
"Harry, I liked all of it. Please don't apologize," she shyly whispered, pulling his hand up slowly and letting it rest on the bared flesh of her breast once more. "Here, touch me again."
Licking his lips, Harry did as she bade, watching her face the whole time. She closed her eyes and hummed in pleasure, smiling, and the reaction was so honest and sincere, that it made him wonder again how it was she could be in this game. She seemed so innocent. But he knew she couldn't be; Malfoy made it clear that everyone playing had to be sexually aware.
"Kiss me again, Harry," she enticed, glancing at him through a half-lidded stare that called him to obey.
Melding their mouths together in a long, sensual kiss, bracing himself on his elbows and being careful not to press his erection too hard between her legs, Harry let his fingers gently, leisurely caress her nipples, this time in a more exploratory manner than a blatantly sexual one. In this way, he learned the feel of her breasts; noted that her right was a bit heavier than her left, that the left side was more sensitive to pinching, and that Tracey loved it when he moved them together in a counter-clockwise circular motion. He also learned that she loved her lower lip to be lightly bitten and that she enjoyed sucking on his tongue softly, while they mimicked the sex act with their mouths.
The chimes rang out eventually, signaling an end to this round's discoveries, much to their mutual disappointment. With deep sighs of regret, but also contentment, the two of them sat up together. With tenderness and care, Harry helped her to replace her clothes, giving her right nipple a naughty, final lick and kiss before covering it with her bra. Tracey's light whimper in his ear just then almost made him reconsider re-dressing her, and for half a second, he had the wickedest thought of simply undressing her again and this time, letting the two of them completely forget the game in favour of hours-worth of love-making.
Reality crashed in, however, when Tracey giggled. "I would never have pegged you for liking The Beatles."
This was the last thing he'd expected her to say, but strangely, it was the best thing she could have to pull him out of his wayward thoughts. Harry chuckled and affected a thick Liverpool accent. "I'm British. Of course I like The Beatles! Doesn't everybody?" He offered her a hand up, righted her clothes one final time, as well as his own, then smoothed down her hair.
As they headed for the exit, Tracey chuckled. "I'm quite sure Malfoy doesn't."
Harry rolled his eyes as he reached for the handle, cracking the door. "Yeah, well, let me amend my earlier statement: only utter prats don't like The Beatles." A thought occurred and he shut the door again. Turning to her, he took her back into his arms and kissed her again, tasting her slowly. "I meant what I said earlier – about you being my girl. I want that very much, but you don't have to answer yet. Think about it this next question round, and then let me know the next time we're in here. Okay?"
Tracey looked at him with some amusement, her teasing smile telling him he was being silly to make her wait, as it was clear she intended upon answering in the positive to his suit, but she conceded easily enough. "Okay."
He kissed the tip of her nose, her cheek and her lips again. "Thanks for a fantastic third date, by the way. Can't say I've ever had anything quite like it. Want to do it again really soon?"
Tracey gave him a mysteriously sinful smile. "Hmmm… I'm not sure. You'll have to convince me by kissing me some more."
He chuckled, feigning resignation. "Oh, well… if I must." Opening the door all the way, he lifted her off the floor bridal style with relative ease (she didn't really weigh all that much, honestly), and snogged her enthusiastically all the way back to the couches, taking his sweet time getting there.
As he put his stunningly gorgeous partner down a step away from the coffee table, his smile was brilliant. "Right. So, see you for our fourth date in a few minutes then."
Davis nodded, grinning mischievously. "Mmm… I expect flowers next time, Mr. Potter."
He chuckled and kissed her one more time, rubbing his cheek against hers lovingly. "Yes, mistress mine. Flowers you want, flowers you shall receive."
TO BE CONTINUED...
AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Musical Selection this Chapter: "Smile" by Uncle Kracker. Lyrics are as follows…
You're better then the best.
I'm lucky just to linger in your life.
Cooler then the flip side of my pillow, that's right.
Completely unaware…
Nothing can compare to where you send me;
Lets me know that it's okay – yeah, it's okay.
And the moments when my good times start to fade…
You make me smile like the sun,
Fall out of bed,
Sing like a bird,
Dizzy in my head,
Spin like a record,
Crazy on a Sunday night.
You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breathe,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee,
Just the thought of you can drive me wild.
Oh, you make me smile.
Even when you're gone,
Somehow you come along
Just like a flower poking through the sidewalk crack,
And just like that,
You steal away the rain.
And just like that…
You make me smile like the sun,
Fall out of bed,
Sing like a bird,
Dizzy in my head,
Spin like a record,
Crazy on a Sunday night.
You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breathe,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee,
And just the thought of you can drive me wild.
Oh, you make me smile.
Don't know how I lived without you,
'Cause every time that I get around you,
I see the best of me inside your eyes.
You make me smile.
You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breathe,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee,
Just the thought of you can drive me wild!
You make me smile like the sun,
Fall out of bed,
Sing like a bird,
Dizzy in my head,
Spin like a record,
Crazy on a Sunday night.
You make me dance like a fool,
Forget how to breathe,
Shine like gold,
Buzz like a bee,
Just the thought of you can drive me wild.
Oh, you make me smile.
Oh, you make me smile.
Oh, you make me smile!