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I cut him off. “No, listen to me. You might not have any feelings for her, I don’t know, but she definitely does for you, and she makes no effort to hide it.”

“You’re crazy.” He scoffs and runs his hands through this hair.

“Do you know she’s supposedly slept with half the band?”

“No. She hasn’t.”

“Yes, she has. She said it herself! Sarah heard her bragging about it in the bathroom.”

“Look, I get that women are weird around her, but I told you, there’s never been anything between us. What you’re seeing is just very close friends. She’s been on tour with us, in the hard times and the good times, that’s all it is.”

“Well, I can’t compete with that...” I admit, and suddenly, I’m so tired.

“You don’t have to.”

“I just...I need some air...”

I throw open the door and step outside. It’s suddenly cold and I wrap my arms around me.

“Cadence! Get back in the car!”

I ignore him and hear his car door open and his footsteps crunching in the dirt as he runs over to me.

“Cadence!” He grabs me from behind and pulls me hard against him, his face burying in the back of my neck.

I try not to melt against him, reaching up to brush a tear from my eyes. “Why is this so hard, Sebastian?”

“It doesn’t have to be. Just trust me, why can’t you just trust me?” He spins me around and in the dark I can just make out his face through my tear-filled eyes.

“Make me. Give me no other choice, Sebastian. Make me not care, make it so nothing else matters, the fear, the distrust, the not knowing. Make it so...I can’t help but be with you.”

His eyes burn into me, and I’m suddenly hot.

“Goddammit, Cadence, don’t you know how much I want you? How hard it’s been this last month to force myself to hold back from you? Do you? Do you know how much it physically hurt not to just bury myself inside you? How much I wanted to make you mine and only mine for all time?

“I don’t believe you.” I say and he growls.

I run my fingertips over my lips then reach out and press them against his mouth.

“Show me.”

Those two words release him from any restraint he ever enforced on himself.

He grabs my arms around the biceps and pushes me back against the car. Tucking his hand under my ass he lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist. Leaning me back against the car door, he drags his lips along the line of my neck.

I feel his teeth graze the skin. A moan comes from somewhere, and I think it’s me. My hands come up to tangle in his hair and I feel his hand run along my thighs as he tightens them around his waist.

“Cadence. Baby, you drive me so crazy,” he groans as I grind against him.

His tongue is hot against the valley between my breasts as he drags his head up to meet mine, pausing for just a moment to take a breath before ravaging my mouth with his.

Lost in his kiss, I barely feel him reach between us to fumble with his zipper.

“God, I’m so fucking hard. You have no idea how much I’ve dreamt of this, Cadence.”

I can’t even tell him, that I’ve fantasized about him just as much. His mouth is suddenly everywhere, on my mouth, on my neck, suckling my nipples through the thin material of my dress. My back arches, cleaving to him, wanting more, wanting every inch of my body, my skin to feel his.

“Make me yours, Sebastian,” I hear myself rasp.