The Woman He Broke
I was supposed to be the one seducing her, but I realized I was the one falling under her spell.
When I finished, she clapped, her happiness lighting up the moment. “What part of the song do you like most?” she asked, her voice sweet and curious.
Perfect. I smiled inwardly—an opening. “Why don’t you tell me first?” I said, setting my guitar aside.
She looked off dreamily. “I like the first stanza. It’s powerful—it shows how much a man is willing to do for the woman he loves.”
I knew exactly where this was going. “And you?” she asked, turning those big, enchanting eyes on me. “What part do you like?”
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