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“I’ve seen people fawn before, trust.” He reaches up slowly, the back of his hand caressing across my cheek. “But never like this.” Confusion furrows my brow, but the stretch of his grin into a smile has every memory cell erasing itself just to save this one. No other memories are needed any longer.
What’s my sister’s name again? How old am I? Where did I come from?
“G’s kept me in the dark on pretty much all of this.” The backs of his fingers continue their dance over my reddened cheek, then his hand flips, his palm grasping my jaw tenderly. “Judging by the emotions flickering on your face, I can assume the same is true for you.” I’m leaning in, more on my toes than I would normally sustain for long without realizing, but his words bring reality crashing in.
Along with the echo of a camera shudder.
G? The photographer snaps away at our interaction, this whole thing caught on film.
I spin to him, shaking off the spell this guy’s scent has drawn me into, anger beginning to bubble in my chest when it hits me.
Blind Shoot.My sister’s words sink into my conscious mind, connecting the dots of this interaction with the stranger …
The photographer’s way of setting subjects up, adding a weird creative flair, and being able to market their work.
“Blind Shoot.” I wag my finger at the photographer but turn my attention back to my co-captive in this situation. “I’ve only heard of the term recently. It’s essentially a blind date.”
“Clever, girl.” G tsks from behind his camera, but there’s more approval to the noise than guilt. The male portion of this shoot just grunts, a shrug lifting his muscled shoulders, complete nonchalance permeating his aura.
“G’s sneaky like that, but I still win.” His hand reaches out, wraps around my waist, and tugs me against his hard body.
Whoa. What is breath? I clearly don’t need it.
Is a chest supposed to be this hard?
“How so?” I breathe against his neck, my gaze taking its sweet time studying the artwork there as my hands flatten against his pecs. He smells of musk, like the kind you find around sweetened bourbon barrels, and a great fucking time waiting to happen.
“I get the chance to admire a masterpiece.” Slowly, his hands slide down to my hips, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. I meet his sparkling eyes. “Can’t go wrong there.”
His smile wounds me with its brilliance and lifts the corners of my lips in return. It’s uncontrollable, the movement, as I drink the moment in and allow myself to just be here.
“What’s your name?” My co-subject leans in, a head taller than me means he’s in more of hunched position, and his hair falls around us like a curtain blocking us from the outside world. I can’t help the giggle that escapes me as he closes the distance, diverting his lips to my ear at the last second, and gives me a face full of his incredible curls.
Why am I so fucking giddy?!
“If I told you that,” he whispers, chills racking down my spine and clenching my toes. “I’d have to kill you.”
4
REX
Shivers rack her body as I caress her neck with my thumb and bury my face in her hair.
I can’t help myself. She’s so goddamn beautiful and willing that I have to touch her fair skin. She smells of the tropics on a summer day, a hint of coconut and warmth.
She wears her emotions on her face. I see the embarrassment redden her high cheekbones, the reservations furrow her sculpted brows, the curiosity sparkle in her green eyes. Even more than that is what Idon’tsee.
Not once has recognition contorted her features when she looks at me through her thick lashes. She drinks me in like a real person, not a rockstar, and it’s not until she averts her eyes in embarrassment over nerves that I realize how much I missed it.
It’s not often that I can get by without being noticed, something I used to thrive on, but years of the limelight takes its toll.
And this fucking dress has my dick filling the longer she’s ok with pressing her warm body against me.
“Divine, you two.” Genevie’s voice cuts through the little bubble we’ve begun to create. Soft and subtle, just like a feedback scream straight to the ear drums. Shock shoots acrossher face like she forgot all about him snapping photos of us and another giggle slips out of her as she meets my eyes again.
“I haven’t smiled this much in a long time.” Her hand covers her mouth, but her smile doesn’t fade.
“I have,” I retort, but shift my gaze up to recall if it felt the same. There’s not anything that’s ever rivaled the feeling I get on stage, when seventy thousand people sing my songs back to me and my band without missing a single beat. “But not quite like this.”
