Of all the skills I could have believed Alan possessed, I would have never imagined that singing was one of them.
I didn't consider myself a bad singer. Although I never took singing lessons, I knew the basics well enough to score decently in karaoke. However, Alan turned out to be a professional in the field. At first, we sang soft duet ballads like "Endless Love," "Unchained Melody," "I Got You Babe," and similar songs.
But later, Alan took control of the microphone. After showcasing his singing prowess with two or three songs, he sang "Thinking Out Loud," never taking his eyes off me, and finished with "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing," his gaze fixed on mine (except for the highest notes), leaving me completely flushed.
When it ended, and my legs were trembling with excitement, he ex
