“Oh, shut up,” I reply with a laugh, grinning ear to ear down at him as I settle down on top of him, my ass resting comfortably in the cradle of his thighs.

“You’re my muse. That music wouldn’t exist without you,” I tell him. I would have wound up as a musician whether or not I met him, I’m sure, but I wouldn’t be making music like I’m making now. I know that much. “I’ll have to write us a song for the wedding.”