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He pauses for a beat, and then the melody of DIAMANTE's "Obvious" fills the room. I let go of my shirt and place my hands on the mic. I focus on a spot on the opposite wall. I put every bit of emotion into the lyrics, and as we reach the second verse, I can't stop myself. I find him instantly, the one person I should not be looking at. I fumble, but then regain my composure and continue. His blue eyes are on me, but they seem darker than normal. Blazing with… The room fades into the background. It's just him and me. I'm baring my soul to the man I've cared about since I found out what happened to him, how his friendship with Lilly cost him everything. Something I can relate to all too well.
I sing the last words, and as Dean lets the melody drift away, reality crashes in.
The entire bar erupts in applause, and I peer at my friends for the first time. Kiwi radiates pride. He's pushed me to do this for years, but the more he pushed, the more I pulled away and retreated into my shell until he gave up. Mags has her hand in front of her mouth, her cheeks wet with tears.
I need to get out of here.
I spin on my heels and run down the hallway to the employee lounge. We have a bathroom in there so the staff doesn't have to use the same one as the customers, and I beeline straight for it.
Out of breath, I place my hands on the sink and drop my chin. Why did I do this? And that song of all the possibilities. How can he not know that every word was for him? Down to the other girl in his phone: Denielle Keller.
I bite the inside of my cheek until a metallic taste fills my mouth. Don't cry.
Suddenly, the door behind me opens, and my head snaps up. My vision is cloudy, but I don't have to see him to know. My eyes find Wes's in the mirror above the sink. He closes the door without breaking eye contact and slowly moves into the room until his front is almost touching my back. Heat radiates off his body, and I fight the urge to lean into him, to let his tall frame swallow my shorter one.
"King?" The way he says my name…a shiver runs down my spine. It's a question, yet it's not.
I hold his gaze, unable to form words. It takes all my concentration to continue bringing air into my lungs.
"You followed me from TMH," he states with a blank expression.
I jerk my head up and down.
"You threatened me with a knife." He shows zero emotion as he lists the things that would make me a psychotic stalker in anybody's book.
Another nod.Where is he going with this?
"You know who I am."
I draw in a sharp breath. He's not talking about him being MPU's star player, and I press my lips into a thin line, having no idea what to say.
Suddenly, his hands lightly touch my sides, right above the hem of my jeans, and a jolt of electricity runs through me. The sensation of his fingers on my bare skin is almost too much. I haven't been touched by a guy in so long—and this is Wes.
My body reacts of its own accord, and I press my back to his front.
He angles his head, studying my reflection. "Are you interested in me because of my friends?"
I gasp and try to move away, but his grip tightens, and his fingertips dig into my flesh. Heat begins to pool in my core, my lids fluttering closed.
"They are not your friends anymore," I whisper before I can stop myself.
Oh God, what did I just say?
I don't dare to move. Now I really sound like a stalker. What the actual fuck? How else would I know that he no longer speaks to Lilly and Rhys? I wait for him to shove me away, demand answers, ask how I know so much about him, or simply leave. He does none of that.
"You sing."
My eyes pop open, and my lips part.Uh.
"You sing," Wes repeats when I stare at him slack-jawed. Why is he not calling me out? My heart beats through my chest, and I grip the rim of the sink.
"Not in public." I'm surprised at the steadiness in my reply, and a small smile creeps onto my face.
The corner of Wes's mouth twitches, and he steps closer into me, his fingers slowly moving from above my hips to my exposed stomach. I'm not sure if I'm happy or not about having turned my work shirt into a crop top. It gives him easy access, and at the same time, I'm terrified of how my body reacts to his. I'm all but panting as he leaves a scorching trail with his fingertips. I don't even want to think about what's going on inside my pants.
Thank fuck I didn't go commando today.
My eyes flutter closed, and as his pinkie stops right over the button of my jeans, I moan. If he keeps that up, I'm going to come without him even touching any of my sensitive spots.
