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“I do not want to be your friend, Raphael. I do not want to watch sunrises and think of you. I do not want to close my eyes to go to sleep and see the image of your mouth when you smile. I do not want to spend a five-hour flight daydreaming about your eyes or the sound of your voice or the way you say my name. I do not want it. And yet… all of these things I have done just today.”

“When we get to Paris, I will tell her everything. I don’t think I can bear this agreement anymore. I always keep my promises, but I don’t think I can keep this one. It’s already decided.
I will tell her everything. That I have never stopped loving her, that there is no other woman in my life than her, that I have only really loved her, no one else.”

“When his fingers stroke to settle at the back of my neck, and his other hand lands on my hip, I sway toward him. But when he ducks his head, intent on my lips, I speak. “I love the way you kiss me.” He pauses, eyes flicking between mine. I swallow loudly. “I’ve never been kissed like that.” His laugh is so quiet; a short exhalation from his nose. “I never knew I could kiss like that.”

“She hates my music,” Cary told Vegas as he climbed into their chauffeured SUV. Vegas turned his head. “What?” “Tyler Robertson.” His tone became impatient as he went on, “She hates my music, Vegas. It’s kind of obvious.” He shrugged. “What the fuck do you care?” “What did she say? Does she think I’m a has-been?” His biggest fear in life was becoming obsolete. His records weren’t selling like they used to and hit singles were few and far between. He’d rather die than have his new love interesting thinking he was passé. “She hasn’t said anything.” Vegas arched an eyebrow. “At least not to me. What’s gotten into you, man?” Cary slid down in his seat and scrolled through his phone. “Nothing,” he said dismissively, not wanting to talk about it even though he’d been the one to bring it up in the first place. Tyler was the first woman in years, maybe ever, who’d made him feel insecure.”

“You once told me music saved you more times than you can count. And you wanted to share that with as many people as you could. And you’ve done it—even when it cost you everything. Even when it hurt. Even when it bled. You’ve taken hit after hit to stay true to that calling, because that’s who you are.”

“People always assumed I was fearless. Unstoppable. Destined for this. But the truth? I was a fake-it-’til-you-make-it girl. I just did the damn thing with shaking hands, a stomach full of nerves, and a head full of chaos. I had guts. I had grit. But I had to push myself—off the ledge. Onto the stage. Through the fear. Down the metaphorical fire escape and into the spotlight. Impostor syndrome had followed me like a shadow for years. I wasn’t a rock star. I was a girl with classical training, a good voice, who felt things deeply and had a hell of a lot of luck on the way. So how the hell did I end up here? I wasn’t born for this. But every time I stepped out there—I proved myself wrong. And proved everyone else wrong, too.”

“The lights went out inside the venue, causing the ten thousand plus fans to start screaming in anticipation. Th rest of the band too their places on the darkened stage, lead by the soft glow of the floor lighting which illuminated their way just enough so they didn't trip over the cords. The fans were quickly becoming restless, their excited screams coming in short bursts as the seconds ticked by into infinity.”

“Laurie Siler. The singer. The Rockstar. He looked older than his 21 years. I’d always thought he was good looking, in music videos and interviews. But he was so much more beautiful in person. He had a strong jaw beneath a wide mouth, kind green eyes, floppy brown hair, slicked back but still brushing his shoulders. He wore a white t-shirt and black skinny jeans over tan Chelsea boots. I looked back to his eyes and they were staring straight at me. I was struck. Breathless. He smirked. The cocky sonofabitch.”

“What happens next makes me feel like I’ve gone to heaven due to my heart rate going way too high suddenly. Her bedroom door slowly creeps open. Not a second later, a male body jumps into the room, screaming, “Boo!” And can you guess who screams the loudest? Elijah. “Kill her, not me!” Elijah screams and pulls me in front of his body. “Don’t kill me either. I’m too pretty to die,” Amelia yells and throws her body under Elijah’s and mine. “If you touch me,” I warn, “I’ll go psycho bitch on your skanky ass.” Silence fills the room. After my firm statement, the light is flicked on … and there stands Leo. He looks scared, pleased, and confused. Oh God, did I really just say that? He opens his mouth to say something but closes it a second later. “Well, that was not the reaction I was expecting,” he finally says blankly. Both Elijah and Amelia let go of me and return to their original spots. Not before giving their amused brother a dirty look. “You should have seen the way you guys held on to each other. Might as well have said the Hail Mary.” Leo gives us all a once-over and smiles at our straight, aggrieved faces. “That was the highlight of my month.” A throaty laugh escapes his mouth.”