And who am I to blame? When I didn't trust you enough to let you in the way I wanted - Stop, okay!
Vodka on my lips, took too many drinks. Makes me reminisce all the way down to my happy place, you're my happy place.
I can't handle us now. If I'm lucky, I'll meet ya, flip side of the graveyard cause things didn't work out in this life, but someday.Vodka on my lips, took too many drinks. Makes me reminisce all the way down to my happy place, you're my happy place.
If I'm lucky I'll meet ya, heaven or high water cause things didn't work out in this life, but maybe if I'm lucky.
[If I'm lucky - Jason Derulo]
[If I'm lucky - Jason Derulo]
The very moment Jax made that sarcastic comment, calling her "kitty", a sharp pinch of irritation shot through her. But it was tinged with a weird sense of respect. He was pushing her, challenging her, trying to unleash something inside of her. It wasn't patronizing, though it might have seemed that way. No, this was a challenge, an invitation to break free from the chains of her own self-doubt. His instructions were relentless. Ginny could feel the energy draining out of her with every swing, every movement. The fact that he didn't even seem to break a sweat despite her best attempts only fueled her determination. She took solace in the way Jax looked at her. She had never seen him like this - a mixture of intense focus, subtle admiration, and perhaps, a hint of pride. It was as if in this shared moment of exertion, they were on the same level. And the way he smiled? May be a sign of recognition, of seeing the potential in her. It made the pain, the effort, all worth it. But then, the moment she mentioned Cami, she could sense the change in him. His light-hearted demeanor shifted into something more serious. There was a gravity in his eyes, a deep concern that seemed to weigh on him. And she felt it too - the uncertainty, the unanswered questions swirling in her mind. Jax’s words seemed dismissive at first, but he eventually came around. He wasn't just brushing her off this time. For the first time, Ginny felt like she was not alone in this. She wasn't just the outsider looking in, but someone who was now deeply involved. And that realization was both comforting and terrifying.
His hand on his knee, that brief display of vulnerability, brought her back to the present. For a brief moment, she saw past the strong facade of Jax to a man who had his own battles to fight, his own demons to wrestle with. His question about the officials and the pills made her wonder about the depth of their connection. How deep did this go? What other secrets were they both hiding? But there was no time for that now. The weight of the current situation hung over them both. However she was determined to find answers, with or without his help. Ginny fidgeted with the edge of her towel, forming her words carefully, "You might be right about the pills, but something in my gut tells me that this is bigger than we imagine."
The image of the moody boyfriend, driven by jealousy, didn’t align with the dark allegations. The idea of the boy-next-door transformed into a killer over a hobby? Even to Ginny, such a leap seemed far-fetched. Yet, this slim thread was all she had to grasp onto. Exhaling deeply, she reluctantly admitted, "I haven't heard any word from the officials.” Their silence could have been a blessing or a curse, she couldn't quite tell. Pushing the worries to the side, she continued, "However, there's a ball at my dance studio tonight. Every studio member is expected to attend, making it an ideal chance for us to dig a little deeper." With renewed energy, she sprang to her feet to meet the gaze of the jet black haired man before her. He looked way calmer, innocuous really compared to his usual demeanor. “Would you do me the honor of accompanying me?” With an angelic smile, her head tilted to the side. The training from earlier flushed her face, a welcomed mask that hid the blush she felt rising. She held his icy blue gaze steadily, projecting an air of assurance, hoping it would make it harder for him to decline her offer. Little did he know, she subtly crossed her fingers behind her back, seeking that little touch of luck.
A heart's a heavy burden.