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“It ell They are giving me my own tour!”

“Really? That’s a!” Proud of his accoave hi He squeezed her back and the spark zipped up her spine as his ar

ms ran up and down her back Her cheeks flushed that she’d thrown herself at hi news and she couldn’t believe so to so things happening in their lives Mark was opening the new bar in NYC Jen got her art fellowship Rox was the head chef at the hottest new bar in LA and Lia their drea serious waves Everyone but her She cleared her throat and tried to pull back, but he held fast and kept her close His breath skated across her neck and the roorees hotter

“I’ll have to try and get tickets when you’re in LA Are you co to sell out in a heartbeat,” she said Why was her voice so breathy?

“I’ her in They were face to face now, she stared into his reen eyes, completely transfixed with their lips only inches apart At the press of his stiffening bulge between the pulse wasn’t just in her chest anymore It traveled south and her breath quickened She zeroed in on a spot on his neck she couldn’t wait to get her lips on A vibrating buzz against her stoht that he orking with so his phone was in his front pocket He held onto the nape of her neck for a second longer, his eyes locked on her lips, before he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone

Letting her go, he turned and walked into the living roo Keira torn about what just happened, ridiculously turned on and pissed that they had been interrupted, but also wondering if she’d gone insane for atte with hi here in his hotel roo breakfast, it all felt so surreal, like she’s started living so the borrowed clothes and placing them on the bed, she sat down What did she do now? He strode back into the roo at her, he folded his ar look

“What?” she said, when she couldn’t stand hier

“That was the label, they’re flying ht to rejoin the band”

“Oh,” she said, frowning Of course, he was going back to the tour, he’d said that before He’d be leaving, back to a life filled with exciteet out of your hair” She hopped up and strode across the rooentle hand on her elbow as she walked past him

“Keira,” he hesitated “Can I have your number?”

“You want my number?”

“I wouldn’t have asked for it if I didn’t want it,” he said, his lopsided set them checked out

“Sure, did you need so?” His lips quirked up in a smile and she shook her head

“Yeah, I raphy a little later”

“My photography?” She squinted at him