Page 52 of Reverb


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Avery attempts to stand. “I'll leave if you tease me.”

“Just checking what I’m allowed to do.” I catch her arm and she sits.

Avery sips her wine, studying me with her brows tugged, refusing to give me a response.

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AVERY

My stomach descendsinto my feet. How bloody stupid am I? When he said he liked and wanted to see me, Bryn’s words had a different definition to mine. Bryn said this was a favour, and that’s exactly what he meant. He’s not interested in me apart from as a bit of fun for a couple of weeks, and I can imagine what ‘bit of fun’ he means, whatever he says.

Bryn has picked the wrong girl.

Now this crazy idea that I’ll happily subject myself to public scrutiny by dating a member of Blue Phoenix. Sure, some girls would fall over their feet for the opportunity of a couple of no-strings weeks with Bryn Hughes, but I don’t think I can do this.

What would people say? Would I be in the spotlight? Or is his 'only the drummer' status enough to keep me under the press radar?

Problem is, I'm attracted to Bryn a hell of a lot and I don’t think he’s noticed. Dating Bryn would be like living in a world made of chocolate and being on a diet. Delicious, decadent, mouth-watering chocolate teasing me and my morals.

Great, now the naked chest is back in my mind.

“You have this all worked out, don't you?” I ask.

“Yes.”

The more I get to know Bryn, the clearer it becomes that rock stars don't live in the real world, only a constructed idea of how they'd like their lives to be. All simple, laid out, and paid for if necessary.

Aware Bryn will continue to push the subject, and my repeated 'no' won't help, I say, “Can we see how tonight goes first?”

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