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We stay locked together, hearts pounding together. I can feel the pleasure building in his body in the way his fingers dig into my skin, in the way he kisses harder and groans against my lips.
He's almost there.
He brings his hand to my clit and strokes me.
Fuck, that feels good. My entire body is humming with pleasure. It's almost too much to take.
Ethan pulls away to bring his lips to my ear. "Come with me, Vi." His teeth scrape against my neck.
"Please," I breathe.
He groans against my skin as he bites me. The hint of pain is what I need to push me over the edge. My sex pulses as I come. It pulls him closer, deeper.
Then he's there too. He groans against my skin, rocking his hips harder and faster. His cock pulses as he fills me.
Once he catches his breath, Ethan positions his body next to mine. He pulls me into a tight embrace. I can hear his breath. I can feel his heartbeat.
God, the things I can feel.
He looks down at me with all the affection in the world.
I melt.
Chapter 22
Violet
You'd think I'd be tired of watching Ethan perform by now, but I'm not. If anything, I enjoy watching his performance more every time.
He really does command the stage. He really is in his element with his guitar strap around his shoulders, his eyes on the crowd, his lips curled into a cocky smile.
This is where Ethan belongs.
He doesn't belong with me.
Don't get me wrong. I'm selfish enough I'd take him.
But we both know he would never choose me over music.
It doesn't have to be all or nothing. It only has to be a compromise. A little less of music for a little more of me. That was all I wanted. I wanted him to care about my dreams as much as I cared about his.
But he didn't.
He threw me away.
I can't take him throwing me away again.
I have to pull back.
Only my feet won't move. My gaze refuses to budge. I hang out backstage, lost in the band's performance, until the lights go down.
In the blink of an eye, Ethan is here. He slides his arms around my waist and pulls me closer. His lips brush against my neck as they make their way to my ear.
"We're leaving first thing tomorrow." He nips at my earlobe. "Means we have the whole night to ourselves."
He pulls back enough to smile.
It's that megawatt Ethan Strong smile, the one that melts glaciers.
