Free Sheet Music - A Rock 'n' Roll Love Story by Ann Lister

contest to consider.  You said we had to keep things professional.  Right?”
    “That’s true.”
    “Then why did you come here tonight?” she asked, her voice full of sadness.
    “Honestly, I don’t know.  I knew it was wrong when I was driving here but this is where I wanted to be.”  He hung his head with regret.  “I never should have let things go this far, Annie, and I’m sorry.  I crossed the line the other night and I’m crossing it again by being here now,” he said, his forehead furrowing into a frown.
    “Don’t worry about it.  It’s really not that big a deal,” she lied.  “So, we kissed a couple of times.  Oh, and I believe you touched my breasts.”
    “Very nice, by the way.”
    “I could say the same about you too,” she blushed.
    “Yeah, I’m sorry about that.  I don’t make a habit of forcing women to touch me but I was looking to make a point.”
    “You certainly made your point,” she said.  “But, what I’m trying to say is, you left before anything really happened so we can go on from here and get back to business.”
    He looked at her intensely.  “You don’t understand.”
    “Then explain it to me,” she encouraged.
    He shook his head.  “I’m not sure you’d want to hear it.”
    “Will it make you feel better to say it?”
    “I don't know.  Probably not,” he said.  “Truth is, Annie, I have a serious need to see how the chemistry between us plays out but I'm afraid I'll hurt you somehow in the process and I don't want that to happen,” he said, looking away from her.
    “I'm supposed to be working with you, not sleeping with you.  Pretty selfish of me, isn't it?” he said, glancing at her.  “When I'm in the same room as you, I feel like there is a huge magnet drawing us together.  This 'thing' between us seems to have a life of its own.  I don't know what to do about it and I also feel like I don't have control over it either.  Probably not a good combination,” he laughed nervously, rubbing his forehead.
    “I should be thrilled to hear you say these things but instead I feel sad because I know this is something we’re going to have to walk away from.  I keep trying to tell myself, it’s for the best.  It never would have worked,” she said, shifting on the couch.
    She shook her head, trying to swallow emotions that insisted on spilling from her.  “It feels very powerful which seriously makes me doubt I would have been strong enough to handle it.  So, really, this is for the best.”
    Michael touched her cheek.  “I’m just trying to be honest with you.”
    “I know, and I truly appreciate it,” she said.  “But it’s so frustrating.  I feel so happy when I’m with you but I know I’m not supposed to be with you and that makes me sad.”  She looked at him.  “I wish you could have been a big egomaniac, jerk so it would have been easy to tell you to hit the road…but you’re not.”  She playfully shoved him.  “Why’d you have to be so damn nice?!”
    A grin curled Michael’s sensuous mouth.  “When I met you, my first impression was that you were absolutely gorgeous but I expected that would be the extent of it.  You know, something nice to look at but not much going on inside.”
    “Oh, thanks!”  She gave him another hard, playful shove and wiped the moisture from her eyes.
    “No, seriously.  Then, I started talking to you and something just clicked.  Something in my head snapped and told me you were different.  I could actually have a relevant conversation with you about stuff that really mattered.”
    He moved in closer to her face.  “You fascinated me,” he sighed against her mouth, softly kissing her.  “And then this ‘chemistry beast’ reared its ugly head and I was lost.”
    “Hmmmm,” Annie murmured against his lips.
    He rubbed his nose against hers.  “I don't know what to do with you, Annie,” he said with a laugh.  “Well, actually I know exactly what I'd like to do with