Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 117415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
“Don’t sell yourself too short,” he teases, looking up at me.
I stop in front of him and crouch down. “What I should have said was … thank you. For being there. For catching me when I was falling with no bottom in sight. For being the voice that so gently coaxed me away from a dark place.”
He smiles. “Funny. I was thinkin’ I should’ve thanked you that night for exactly the same thing.”
He takes hold of my shirt and pulls my lips to his.
Every time we kiss, I feel like I’m home. No matter what city. No matter what venue. No matter if it’s in a dressing room, a hotel room, the back of a bus, or a dim lost hallway with no one in sight.
I’m home when I’m with my Austin Love.
My favorite thing is standing here in the wings each show and listening to the roar of the crowd when Austin struts out onto that stage. He opens every show with our song. And before he sings the first lyric, he’ll always gaze my way, catch my eyes, and throw me that sexy smirk of his, before the melody carries us off together as one—on a wild road trip to the stars.
The End.