Novel & Cerita Big Time Love Song

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Can we forget about the divorce? Carter was momentarily stunned. He hadn't expected that from Misty. If she had confessed her love for him in the past, he would have been overjoyed—perhaps even moved to tears. But now, after his patience had worn thin, all he felt was a faint sadness. He looked at her and asked, "Do you love me? What about Zach?" Misty froze, unable to respond. A flicker of disdain flashed across Carter's eyes. "Misty Lawrence, a heart has no room for two."

They held things they shouldn’t — promises, love — but above all, desperation. “Danika,” he whispered, “I’ll stop time for you the second you say you like me too. I just want to give you the love that you’re missing… just to wake up with you.” The song kept playing. “Danika,” he murmured, “I only want to give you the love that you need — to wake up beside you and nothing else.” This song — it was messing with my head, and Jonah wasn’t making it any better. His voice, coupled with the music, violated every defense I had left.

10 HOURS EARLIER TIME: 10:00AM 🎶🎵🎶🎵 MUSIC 🎷 🎶🎵🎶 "You must remember this a kiss is just a kiss a sigh is just a sigh The fundamental things apply As time goes by And when two lovers woo They still say "I love you" On that, you can rely No matter what the future brings as time goes by Moonlight and love songs Never out of date Hearts full of passion Jealousy and hate Woman needs man, and man must have his mate That no one can deny It's still the same old story a fight for love and glory a case of doing or die The world will always welcome lovers As time goes by Moonlight and love songs Never out of date Hearts full of passion Jealousy and hate Woman needs man, and man must have his mat

His gaze fell on Celina again, and a tingling spread up her neck as she waited to hear what he’d sing. His fingers skirted over the strings of the guitar as the first notes of the song filled the quiet room. Everyone had turned their attention toward the stage. The tune was familiar. It echoed the precious time she and Gabe spent together. It was steady, smooth, and comforting. When he began to sing, she wrapped her attention around every word. It was a love song. One she was certain he’d written with her in mind. It was a perfect mirror of their love. Love. That’s what it was. It was a love song because it was written in the presence of feelings that couldn’t be contained.

She composed the song when she was framed and sang it to Jackson. The title is NEED YOU What they are saying doesn't matter Don't listen to them, we don't need rumors. I know you need me but I need you more. My lover! Anytime you call me baby, you know that it makes me lose control. I want to love you like I have never loved before. My lover. Love me while you can Because there is no time Because there is no time. It only happens once in life. Love me while you can o There is no time

When Gina reached the chorus, her voice lifted gently, filled with longing. 🎵 “If I could turn back time once more, I would love you softer, love you slow.” 🎵 Someone in the audience quietly sniffed. Another lowered their head, memories stirred without warning. The heartbreak in the song became clear. This was not just music—it was a confession. 🎵 “Even if the world forgets your name, My heart will still remember.” 🎵 By the final verse, Gina’s voice trembled slightly, wrapped in sorrow and love. When the last note faded, the hall fell into complete silence.

There’s nothing but our two hearts beating together, our two bodies blending and coming apart in perfect communion. “This,” I murmur in awe. “What, baby?” “Nirvana,” I gasp. We found it. The highest state of consciousness. Of ecstasy. Of pleasure. Tom grips my ass harder, fingers digging into the flesh. He gives my cheek a slap. Time starts again. Or I should say the time bomb starts ticking. Need licks through me like flames. I have to come. Now. “Jasmine,” Tom grates. His voice is beyond rough. His expression pained.

He replies, and I smile at the stranger trying to encourage me. "Yeah... I know that... Max. "I reply, looking into his eyes, and he holds my gaze and continues swaying gently, with his hands placed peacefully on my waist. For once, I've spent more than two minutes with a man, without having dirty thoughts towards him. There are hints of it in my black mind, but not as much as it usually used to be. I smile as I let my mind pay attention to the lyric of the song playing from the speakers. Perfect, by Ed Sheeran soon begins to play, and an uproar of happy murmurs and excitement takes up the room.