You Played It to the Beat

I can feel my heart pounding like his drums. He played me just the same way. I knew better than to fall for someone like him. But I couldn’t resist.

I stood in the crowd watching him beat out the most entrancing rhythm I’d ever heard. The rest of the crowd was focused on the singer I was sure. I, however, was focused on him. Nick. The drummer. And the most gorgeous boy I’d ever laid eyes on.

He looked up and flipped his sweat drenched hair out of his eyes. I swear our eyes met and he winked at me. Of course, I was only one of the hundreds of people in the room. He could have been winking at anyone, but I felt sure it was for me. I’m not sure when I fell for him. I promised myself I wouldn’t. Yet I did. It wasn’t that night. Or any of the subsequent nights afterward. It might have been the night I fell asleep in his arms. But I shouldn’t get into that yet.