Chapter 10:

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Harley's POV

Singing with Brantley had been incredible. When the song ended I was wrapped up in his arms and crowd was chanting. As we separated we were both grinning like fools. Brantley jokingly bowed at me. "It's all yours princess." He said into the mic as he walked off stage. The Brantley's band started up again and I jumped right into my latest song.

"I feel a sin comin' on
I feel a right that's about to go wrong
I got a shiver down to the bone
I feel a sin comin' on

I gotta buzz in my brain
Drunk on a love goin' down like champagne
I got a feelin' it's gonna leave a lipstick stain
And I'd be the only one to blame

And you can see it
All over my face
Sweet temptation
All over the place
Give me tall dark and handsome,
Mix it up with something strong
I feel a sin (I feel a sin) comin' on

Please Jesus don't hold me back
I know it ain't mine but I want it so bad
The smoke in the whiskey
Got me feeling easy
And after I'll fade in the glass

And you can see it
All over my face
Sweet temptation
All over the place
Give me tall dark and handsome,
Mix it up with something strong
I feel a sin (I feel a sin) comin' on

And you can see it (and you can see it)
All over my face (all over my face)
Sweet temptation
All over the place
Give me tall dark and handsome,
Mix it up with something strong
I feel a sin (I feel a sin) comin' on
I feel a sin (I feel a sin) comin' on"

During the song, I made sure to swing my hips and move to the music. Brantley was standing off to the side, still in view of the crowd, and I made sure that when I sang the part in the chorus about tall, dark, and handsome, that I passed my hand over his chest or shot him a look. The crowd ate it up. As I finished, I walked up to Brantley and when I sang the last line, I stole his hat and kissed his cheek. I put his hat on my head, backwards, and thanked the crowd one final time before heading off the stage. Brantley smirked at me before heading around back to meet me. During my song, Bri was in the front row, singing right along with me. As the crowd cleared some she was able to meet up with us backstage.

Author's Note:
The lyrics above are not mine, and no infringement is meant. The song belongs to The Pistol Annies. For story purposes, we're going to pretend that it's Harley's song. :)

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