Hopeful, Enchanted, Committed

Her singing-it was…gripping, he realized—damn near enchanting, if he were to be honest. It grabbed his attention—demanded it, really—and made it impossible for him to focus on much of anything else. The second she made that stand outside their moonshine shack, she had grabbed his attention and demanded it. Really, he realized, it hadn't left her since then. Happy Bethyl Week :)