Dirty Game

Baby, they say summer love comes and goes

Comes and goes

Like birds flying south

Tourists leaving town

We’ve been dancing nights so close under the sky

I see it when I look in your eyes

I’m not sure I can let go of this swing we’ve found

Can we chase it and never come down?

But it doesn’t matter what I’m sayin’

I’m goin’ to love you while the sun is hot and the waves are warm

So dance with me, baby, like tomorrow is September

We’ll always have the summer to remember

Baby, they say summer love comes and goes

Comes and goes

Like birds flying south

Tourists leaving town

Before you go, give me one more night on the beach

So I can hold you in my arms and kiss you deep

They say summer love comes and goes

Comes and goes

Like birds fling south

Tourists leaving town

The meaning of the words started to sink into my head as he looked directly into my eyes. For a moment, it felt like he could see deep into my soul, but surely that couldn’t be? Did he mention their swing in the song, and their nights on the beach? It felt personal and intimate. Almost as intimate as giving her body to him.

No guy had ever sung me a song, much less written one that hit me from all sides.

“He’s really good.” Emily interrupted my thoughts. “Can you believe he wrote it?”

I shook my head. “He mentioned he played open mic nights. But this? I had no idea.”

25

Blake

One full set and an encore later, I retired to the bar to enjoy a well-deserved beer. Or five.

“You were great tonight, man.” Cole slapped me on the back. “The girls were loving it.”