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December was a blur of rehearsals, getting ready for Christmas, and sex. Well, it was more than sex, but there was so much sex. I’d never been with anyone with such a voracious sexual appetite, and the best part was that it happened so organically. It wasn’t like Kingston had to convince me or we substituted sex for quality time. We’d be sitting at the piano working on “Symphony of the Broken” and the mere closeness of our bodies would arouse us to the point we couldn’t wait to be naked.

We’d gone to the movies and the way he’d stroked the top of my hand with our fingers laced together had made me want to drag him out of there early. He’d been over to the house for dinner one night, watching Monday Night Football and enjoying a bottle of wine, when I’d pulled him into the bathroom. He’d taken me from behind while we’d watched in the mirror, all with one hand over my mouth to prevent Greatty from hearing us.

We were both insatiable and yet there was so much more to us than sex.

He surprised me with little presents all the time. Hell, he surprised Greatty with gifts every time he came over, and he was at the house a lot lately. He was becoming an integral part of my life outside of the band even though the band and Kingston were so closely intertwined. It was starting to become hard to remember my life before I’d joined Onyx Knight and as I drove home from rehearsal on a Tuesday night, I realized it was way beyond the time to talk to Kingston about my past.

I still didn’t want to, but we had something special, and him finding out some other way would be so much worse. There just never seemed to be the right time. We were crazy busy. I’d had no idea how much went into the business end of a tour, and the guys were involved in every aspect. They didn’t do the legwork, but they looked at every T-shirt design, every image of the light show and stage design, and even discussed what we would wear for specific shows.

They put in so much more work than I’d imagined a successful band would, and now that it included me, I was doing my best to learn every aspect of not just the music, but the organization as a whole. Kingston and I would lie in bed some nights and he would answer my dozens of questions, often pulling up images on his phone from previous tours or looking up old set lists. Anything I needed to know he found the answers if he didn’t know them off the top of his head.

We were also writing songs together when we were alone. It wasn’t that we were hiding anything from the band—we’d mentioned we were doing it—but it was something intimate that we’d found we both enjoyed. Sitting at his piano and listening to him sing while I came up with melodies had become one of my favorite things. It was easy too, as if we’d been writing together for years instead of months. I’d never gelled with anyone so well musically, and it was hard to go home on the nights I left.

It was three days before Christmas, and I’d promised Greatty I would bake cookies with her tonight, so I was getting ready to go and Kingston was still trying to convince me to stay.

“You sure I can’t convince you to stay over?” he teased, starting to unzip his jeans. “I’ll do that thing with the dildo you like…”

I laughed. “You’re welcome to sleep over at my place, but I need to spend a little time with Greatty. We’re baking tonight.”

“I might come over later. I need to do some shopping.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “It’s almost Christmas, you know.”

“What, you don’t have someone to do that kind of thing for you?” I teased, pulling on my leather jacket.

“I do, but that’s only if I know exactly what I’m looking for. My girlfriend is hard to shop for.”

I smiled.

He’d called me his girlfriend for the first time the other day, and it had warmed me all over.

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “That’s a shame. I did the shopping for my boyfriend last week.”

“Yeah?” I arched my brows. “What’d you get him?”

“Not telling.” I lightly kissed him. “I have to go because we’re out of vanilla so I have to stop at the store first.”

“Liquid or the beans?”

“Why?”

“I think I have both and you could just take mine, so you don’t have to stop.”

“You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Will you stay over if I say yes?”

I laughed. “Would you stop already? Come over after you’re done shopping. You can have warm cookies and then I’ll take you to bed.”

“I’ve never slept at your place. Greatty won’t mind?”

“I’m not sure what you think she thinks we do when I sleep here,” I said. “But believe it or not, she knows I’m not a virgin.”

He laughed. “Fine. Smartass.”

“That’s what you love about me.”

His eyes met mine. “Only one of many things.”

“I’ll see you later.” I kissed him lightly and headed out.

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