He makes a face at the sound of his voice. “I really sound like that?” he asks weakly, before laughing softly. “Wow. Um… that is… really interesting.” he smiles faintly. “Yeah, wow.”
She pouted, moving her head to rest it against his hip near his crotch, an innocent gesture to her. “You don’t like it? Your voice is sexy…that deep, soft baritone…”
She shivered in remembrance despite hearing his voice now as he talked. People sounded semi different when they sang and his voice was the same way, becoming deeper and richer upon singing a note. It was like he was making love to a song. God.
He arches his brow at her but smiled. Oh, she liked his voice, when he was singing, that much? Jack looked at the phone, and pressed the play button again. Once again his voice sung, deep, soft, a baritone, keeping the melody without use of the guitar.
“I… don’t know if I could ever call myself sexy but,” he drops his voice a bit, for her, as if he was singing. “if you really think it is, then I guess it is?”
Jack Maple 