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My eager hands raise the hem of his shirt to explore the grooves of his back.
Then Elijah Hastings rocks my world.
Epilogue
Pia
I lick my lips as Elijah’s voice fills my headphones.
The scratchy edge from his lightly spoken tone at the beginning sends my hormones into overdrive. It’s like he crushed his vocal cords through the meat grinder our chef uses at work.
It’s hot, and knowing this song is one of many that’s dedicated to me is just… unbelievable.
My eyelids flutter closed as his voice ebbs and flows through the heartfelt lyrics.
Climb on a star with me,
and we’ll ride off into the galaxy.
We don’t need a sunset or a destination in mind—
just your arms wrapped around me tight.
I’d rather be lost in an oasis of miracles with you
instead of trapped on the steady path I knew.
The wind in our hair and our love shining bright
are enough to guide us in our new life.
Climb on a star with me…
I smile as I remember the night when inspiration struck him. It was during a spontaneous trip to Maine a couple weeks ago, a giddy escape during a random October weekend.
Blushing, I recall the night we arrived at our private condo. Elijah had thrown our bags onto the bed, grabbed my hand, and led me out to the balcony. We admired the ocean and the waves crashing against the rocky coastline under the dim glow of the sunset. Our view was almost as breathtaking as the sensual way he leaned my back against the white wooden railing and skimmed his fingertips up my leggings.
He’d stepped between my legs, spreading them open, and kissed me with the passion and intensity of a lifetime of lonely nights.
It was right, being there together, as it has been ever since the night of his concert.
I’ve experienced his live performances several times since then, and each one has ended as that first did. After Elijah rushes off stage, he always scoops me into his arms, locks us in the green room, and fucks me like he’ll die otherwise.
It’s intense and wildly satisfying.
But unlike the first time, there’s no dramatic aftermath. Boone actually apologized to me a few days after the incident, and his face was drooped so far down like a Bassett Hound that I couldn’t help but forgive him.
He and Elijah made up too, and they’ve been working on cementing a strong bond, which might even be as solid as the one he had with Trevor.
My rock star boyfriend himself comes into view as I blink away the sentimental emotion building in my eyes.
In his large grip is a stack of white papers, the corners of which jut out like a messy Jenga set.
The song comes to an end, and I remove the headphones. “I love it.” I beam. “The lyrics are comforting, yet whimsical and full of magic. It’s perfect.”
He clutches the stack to his chest with one muscled arm. “Well. That makes one win today.”
I frown, and my heart immediately sinks into my stomach. “You hated it?” I squeak.
