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“I gotta go. I have a million and one things to do tomorrow.”

Juliet tipped her head. “We’re off tomorrow.”

“Not all of us,” Sparks said, effortlessly twisting the guitar away from him as he stood.

His costume’s cape flowed around his impressive shoulders. Was that an enhanced bit of foam under the material? She didn’t remember him being so broad before. He always wore flannel and concert T-shirts at the shows.

Honestly, she’d figured the flannel was to cover up his skinny frame.

Maybe not.

His long fingers curled around the frets, making her body tingle in spots she didn’t want to examine.

She stood up and laced her fingers with Tristan’s, wordlessly urging him to rise.

He followed, curling his other arm around her waist. “Are you going back to the loft?”

Sparks stopped, his back to them. “That’s the plan. I’ll catch a ride with someone.”

“We’ve got a room here for the night, remember?”

Tristan’s voice reverberated through her back. The buzz in her system grew, and her skin prickled everywhere.

Don’t turn around. Please don’t turn around.

She didn’t know what to do with her confusing reaction to Sparks. She’d finally settled on Tristan. On the heat that spread at his touch.

Even now, the flow of warmth from his forearm across her star-shot bloomers left her with molten blood flowing through her veins. The heaviness urged her to stay put for once. To actually taste and take part in Tristan’s seductive game.

Not to run before things got too serious. Too intense. She was so used to being like a damn hummingbird. Hovering everywhere, sipping at the good life but never staying long enough to take a full drink.

Tristan was a full drink and then some.

Even so, she understood what he was about. What would happen when they were alone, and what wouldn’t happen the next morning.

Pillow talk? What pillow talk? But she didn’t expect that, so he was perfect.

Perfect for her.

Sparks was more like his nickname. Flickers of burning and flashes of unpredictable heat—all the things she wanted to avoid. Too much to control.

One step at a time.

Tristan was a giant enough step for this girl.

“Obviously, that room will be occupied.” Randy’s voice was rough and low.

“He’s coming to mine.” She heard herself say the words. But even as they passed her lips, she didn’t understand why she’d said them.

Why didn’t she just let Sparks go home? She could have gone to Tristan’s room.

She could have let Sparks escape the party so very easily.

Sparks looked over his shoulder, his face in profile. He wouldn’t actually face them. His full lips flattened into a line.

Her skin started to tingle. Burning from the inside out.

Sparks didn’t say another word, just nodded and disappeared through the doorway into the throbbing heart of the party.

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