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The show starts in a flash. The amphitheater goes dark, the guys make their way to the stage, then the lights are on. The crowd goes wild as the guitar intro starts. It's Better Days, a song about loss and longing, Dangerous Noise's biggest hit to date… not that I keep tabs on Ethan or anything.
Ethan is at the mic, teasing the crowd.
"You miss us, Los Angeles?" he asks.
The crowd screams.
"We missed you too. It's true what they say. There's no place like home."
The crowd screams louder.
"It's getting hot in here, huh?" Ethan tugs at his t-shirt, teasing the crowd.
Every girl in the place shrieks.
Ethan winks at Mal then at the crowd. "No, must not be that hot yet. Maybe after a few more songs."
He strums his guitar, launching into their next song.
On stage, Ethan is in control. He's teasing the crowd and jumping around.
Damn, he's always been talented but he's full-on Rock God now. He's cool, effortless, bursting with energy.
I melt when he smiles at the crowd—I’d know that smile anywhere. I’d know that Ethan anywhere.
That's my Ethan, the one who loves sharing his music, the one who made me feel like I was the most important person in the universe.
And, dammit, I want my Ethan back.
I want him to be my Ethan again.
The show holds all my attention. The way Ethan moves, the sight of his muscles flexing and relaxing as he plays, the sound of his guitar—it's impossible to do anything but think abo
ut how I'd like to trade places with his guitar.
The last song fades. The lights go off. Then the crowd is screaming and applauding.
I haven't got a clue how to react here. I move out of the way, to the hall. Every fiber of my being is begging me to touch him. I need to get ahold of my senses before I do something rash.
But there he is, in the hall across from me. He's now sans guitar. He's shirtless too. Even in the dim light of the hallway, I can make out all the lines of his muscles.
"Enjoy the show?" His voice is a strange mix of cocky and curious.
"Not bad."
God, he looks good with sweat dripping off his chest. There's no pretense on his face—just the afterglow of performance.
This is the Ethan I fell in love with.
I want to touch him. I want to kiss him. I want to throw him against the wall and strip him out of those jeans.
Once his lips touch mine, there's no going back. My body will remember how much it needs his. My heart will remember every time he made me float. That's one hell of a dangerous kiss.
I'm not ready for it yet.
So I stare into his bright blue eyes. He is wearing eyeliner, navy eyeliner. It makes his blue eyes look even bluer.
It's hot as hell.
