Crue

Need You Tonight

I haven't been on a date since I was sixteen years old, and now here I am, sixteen years later, standing in the lobby of the Inn, waiting for Kyrie to walk down those stairs. She doesn't disappoint, wearing a tight purple dress and matching purple shoes.

"Damn, you're sexy." I whistle, and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, making me wonder where else she's a pretty shade of pink.

"You're not so shabby yourself." She kisses my lips, and it's easy and fun—not complicated. I could get used to this—to her.

I shake my head, trying to dislodge the picture of a future with Kyrie. Right now, I need to concentrate on the present with her so that there will be a future to look forward to.

"We can go back upstairs, and you can help me out of this dress." She bats her eyes, and I almost fall for her trick.

"I promised you a date night, and I plan on keeping my promise. So don't be trying to distract me, woman." I give her ass a little swat before pulling her into my arms for another kiss.

"And just where are you taking me on our date."

It's now or never. She's either going to have fun or be really, really pissed.

"We're going to Vine'yl for Karaoke night." I wait for her response, but all I see is the twitch of her eye. I can only imagine the negative thoughts that are going through her head, thinking about singing in front of an audience again. I can almost see the wheels in her head turning, trying to come up with an excuse not to go, "I'll be with you the whole time.

She glares at me, and I hold my breath. I know this is a big step, and I might be pushing her too hard, too fast. But she has such a beautiful singing voice I don't want her to hide it anymore.

Finally, she speaks, and I'm not sure which one of us is more surprised by her words, "Fine, but we sing the song I want to sing. Got it, Loverboy."

"Anything you want, Little Songbird."