Combust (The Wellingtons #1) by Tessa Teevan

Author:Tessa Teevan [Teevan, Tessa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B00MSWPU4Y
Published: 2014-08-15T23:00:00+00:00

SLOW DOWN, Andi, before you freak him the hell out.

Cohen’s kiss has left me breathless and aching for him. It’s also creating a whirlwind of emotion swirling in both my heart and my brain, causing a disconnect between the two. Instead of my brain speaking, my heart is, and I can’t stop myself from saying too much. And when he responds with those two sweet words, I melt into him even further.

Fortunately, before I can say anything else, the band enters the stage and they introduce themselves. As they begin to play, I curl into Cohen’s chest, his arm still draped around my shoulder. His fingers beat on my arm in time to the music as we listen to both covers and originals songs.

Since Cohen and I spent the entire day talking, it’s actually a nice reprieve to just be sitting here with him in silence as we soak in the sounds of a new-to-us band. Every so often, a lyric or an interlude will strike me and I’ll glance at him, only to see that he’s already watching me, almost as if he can read my mind. This is what I’ve been missing. This is what I’ve wanted. To be with someone with whom conversation doesn’t have to be words spoken between us. Instead, we listen to lyrics and chords, communicating with our eyes when something touches us.

This is why Cohen is—and always has been—different. This is why no one has ever measured up to him—or at least the thought of him. And this is why I’m already teetering over the edge, knowing that, with one small push, I’m going to be doing just what I said. Falling. And even though he said that he’d catch me, I know it’s all too soon to even think about that.

Get a grip, Andi. It’s your first date for crying out loud.

As the night wears on, I know I’m in trouble. When the lead vocalist, who introduced himself earlier as Chris, announces the final song of the night, I rest my head against Cohen’s chest. He slips his arm from around my shoulder down to my waist and pulls me in as close as he can. The rest of the band leaves the stage and Chris sits down at a piano in the middle of the stage. He begins to play a slow, haunting melody, his voice soon blending perfectly with the sounds of the keys. His crooning is husky, his voice full of emotion as he sings about falling for someone special in his life, yet he has no idea how or if he should express it to her. The longing is apparent, so vivid I can almost see it, and I have to wonder if this song was written for someone special in his life.

As I listen to the lyrics, I blame my hormones when hot tears prick my eyes, even though I know better. I close my eyes so they don’t fall and make Cohen think I’m a lunatic.

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