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Chapter 18

Two nights later, Brian had Ally over to his house for supper. He made some spaghetti with French bread and they had some wine. After supper was over, Brian took Ally by the hand and led her into the living room. She sat down on the couch. He had a candle lighter in his hand and walked around the room, lighting over a dozen candles. He turned off all the lights. Then he sat down on a stool in front of Ally and picked up his guitar. "This is for you," he said, smiling. Ally smiled back as Brian started to strum.

"I'll rub your back, wash your hair
I'll do anything, I don't care
I'll cook the food, buy your clothes
To the limit I will go
I will go


I guess you wonder where I've been
I've been thinking 'bout the perfect way
To express my thoughts within
You mean everything to me
And I wanna be the only man
To supply your needs


I'll rub your back, wash your hair
I'll do anything, I don't care
I'll cook the food, buy your clothes
To the limit I will go
I will go


I await your precious kiss
Gets my head when they spread, sweet and wet
Across my lips
I respond to every single touch
Got me open on your love
Wanna give you so much


I'll rub your back, wash your hair
I'll do anything, I don't care
I'll cook the food, buy your clothes
To the limit I will go
I will go


The things I do for you
Take you out for a night on the town
And after I'll run you some bath water
With some bubbles
Do you like bubbles
I'll dry you off
And lotion your body down
You'd like that, wouldn't you
I'll do anything you want me to
You know I don't care."

When he had finished singing, he looked right at Ally, right into her eyes. And he finally said it. It came out perfect and it felt perfect. "I love you, Ally." "I love you too."


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