Forever the One (Always and Forever 3)

“I’m sorry. You don’t need that stress.” She assesses the surroundings, seeing where we are.

“What are we doing here?” she questions. Unbuckling myself, I lean over and undo hers.

“I don’t know yet. My mind took me here. Let’s go in.” She nods and I climb out running around to open her door.

“You actually let me open your door.” I speak out loud, shocked.

“Because you had a bad day, I’ll let it slide this time.” Her devious little smirk has me touching my chest above my heart because I felt that deep in my chest. She’s taking care of me.

“Now take me inside. I want to hear you sing me a song.”

Walking us to the door I unlock it and head down the long hall until we hit the sound booth. Walking in she takes her place on the piano bench and I grab the acoustic guitar. Pulling up a stool, I seat myself right in front of her. She doesn’t say a word and neither do I, while I strum out some random melodies. Her eyes stay fixated on me, studying my face.

“Play me a song.”

“Which one?”

“Anything. A song that makes you think of me.” The raspy sound of her voice sounds like music to my ears.

“It’s impossible to play the song of your laugh, the melody of your smile, and the lyrics to your heart. That song is you baby, and nothing can compare to that.”

“Kingston. God, I love you.” She lets out on a shuttered almost pained breath.

“I love you.” Lana’s hands stay on my knees as I start playing, singing the words that come to my mind, while I get lost in those deep brown eyes, like honey at sunrise. The whole time we never lose eye contact.

With every scar that graces your skin,

I want to kiss them and make you, you again.

With your every doubt, I wish I could hush the demons and drown them out.

I loved you in your darkest, never once losing focus.

My eyes never left you, while my heart stayed beating for you.

Now here I am a man completely whole, with the woman who keeps his soul.

Kiss me every morning, tell me I’m your only.

Promise me forever, never again saying never.

Promise me forever, one were we’re together.

Promise me forever.

I finish my words and stay strumming the cords while she cries, her round eyes filled with pools of water. My heart tightens in my chest, my desire to keep her even stronger.

“Kingston, that was beautiful.” I stop playing and place the guitar against the piano bench beside her. Staying silent, comfortable, but silent. Standing, she follows me, standing up still small against my tall frame, her head tilted up gauging me.

“You’re my best friend.”

“You’re mine, Lana.”

“You shined on my darkest hours, giving me hope.”

“Hope is all I had, it saw me through. If I ever lost hope, I would have lost myself, because Lana, I’m at your mercy. You’re my church, my haven, my keeper. I belong to you.”

“Isn’t that dangerous? That’s how hearts break...” I pick her up at her question, expecting her to stand her ground, but like a magnet, she lets me, clinging to me while I carry her toward my office.