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After the picture was shot, I tugged Sydney toward me so hard that she almost tripped on her own feet.
Hawke eyed me with amusement, but I didn’t care.
“See you guys around,” he said, leaving with the twenty people he’d come in with.
The cheesy smile was back on Sydney’s face. “Isn’t he dreamy? Wait till I tell my sisters. They. Will. Die.”
Dreamy?“Who says that?” And I officially sounded like a bastard.
She frowned. “What?”
“Dreamy. You sound like one of those princesses on those Disney movies.”
She slapped my shoulder. “You’re so stupid. Anyway …”
The smile was heavy on her face, and it was all because of that damn rock star.
I stepped into her, towering over her. My fingers went to the strap of her tank top. She’d chucked the leather jacket on the chair when she started dancing.
Her breath hitched, and she stared up at me.
She looked so beautiful.
I had to clear my throat. “You know who’s dreamy?”
She quirked an eyebrow.
“You’re fucking dreamy when you come.”
She flushed red again, and her mouth slipped agape.
I bent down and kissed her, then whispered in her ear, “Let’s watch the concert, Babe.”
Ugh. How cheesy could I get?Babe?
I’d straight-up lost my balls. But, shit, I’d lose them again and again, just to get close to this woman.
CHAPTER32
SYDNEY
I blamed the liquor.Or the fact that I hardly ever drank and I’d had one too many beers tonight.
Or I could blame it on the fact that I’d wanted to kiss him and it’d felt so good.
Somehow, by the second song of Def Deception’s set, we were in some heavy make-out session as Austin pushed me against the railing. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, exhilarating me. We were crossing that line now, but I no longer cared. Not tonight at least.
The thought that I could fall over and tip into the crowd below shot me with a hit of dopamine that had me gripping Austin’s biceps.
He turned me around, backing us up until he was seated on the cushioned leather seat. Without breaking contact, he pulled me into his lap, where I was straddling him. I could feel his hardness push against my center through his jeans.
Our lips intertwined in a mess of passion, and as the beats of Def Deception and voice of Hawke Calvin echoed through the arena, I made out with one ofPeople’sMost Eligible Bachelors. His fingers went underneath my shirt, playing with my bra strap.
When he flicked his tongue at the seam of my lips, I opened my mouth to flick my tongue against his.
We were a ball of hands and messy kisses.
And I realized one thing that hadn’t been written on my list, but it was something else I’d missed out on in college. Making out with a beautiful, beautiful man.
