She eased herself the rest of the way in, and was surprised at how good it felt. Her gaze fell on the steps beyond, on which Lay plates of fruit.

He embraced her, most of her body hidden in the water. They enjoyed the snowy night together, exploring every inch of their bodies. Awhile later, they relaxed, and started chatting. Suddenly he said, "Want to hear me sing a song?"

“I'd love to!" She hadn't heard him sing in a long time.

Sheffield cleared his throat and started to sing, “There is a pretty fish in an ancient fairy tale. She looks wistful and distant. People shed tears at her melancholy and beautiful songs. They say she’s the curse of fishermen. Many sailors died looking for her. She has no soul.

The sun is her home and the rainbow is her road."

It was one of her mom's songs. Shocked, Evelyn turned to look at him when he hit the chorus.

"Ah-" He hit every note perfectly, and added a tinge of masculinity to the song.

When Sheffield finished singing, Evelyn couldn't wait to ask, "How are you able to sing that so nicely?"

“Practice! I wanted to get it just right-for you." In order to make

Debbie and Evelyn happy, he had spent many hours learning all of

Debbie's songs by heart.

“Do you know all my mom's songs?" She Looked at him expectantly.

Sheffield crossed his legs and played with her hand in the water.

“Yeah. What do you want to hear?"

"My mom sang a song for my godmother Kasie. Do you know that one?"

"Piece of cake!" The man cleared his throat and began to sing, "That winter, the snow fell relentlessly. The night was blanketed in white.

You saw me crying like a baby coming back from a hike..."

No matter which song Evelyn requested, Sheffield was able to sing it.

No wonder Debbie was so supportive of Evelyn being Sheffield's girlfriend. He cared about her. Because of his love for her, he had even Learned all Debbie's songs-more than 100 altogether spread across several albums, EPs, and promotional singles. Evelyn was impressed.

“How can you remember all the lyrics?"

Sheffield replied in a casual tone, “I had to memorize my grandfather's notes on traditional Chinese medicine. If I can do that, then a

3-minute song is nothing. It's also easier when you care about what you're doing."

The admiration in Evelyn's heart was obvious. She realized Sheffield and Matthew had the same ability: eidetic memory. They could remember what they read Like it was a photograph in their minds they could refer to.

An hour later, Evelyn and Sheffield returned to their room.

Sheffield ordered room service. Nothing too fancy, just Light dishes.