Suddenly, it lit up.
Look up.
I stared at the screen for a second then looked up.
He was standing there, a few feet away, his hands shoved in his front pockets of his jeans, hair falling across his left eye. He wore a simple white T-shirt which accentuated his tattoos down his left arm.
My breath hitched as he stared at me, and everything inside me went fragile as I realized that I’d already fallen—hard.
I stood.
Then I walked toward him. My heart soared when I saw his eyes widen at the sight of my dress. He took me in from head to toe, and the inferno in his eyes could’ve set an entire city on fire. And it was because of me. I did that to him.
I stopped inches away.
He reached out and caressed the side of my face. “Eme.”
I was breathless, and my knees weakened. I so had to make certain I was sitting when he sang. His other hand rested on my hip, and he slowly stroked up to my waist and back down.
“You take my breath away.” He tilted his head and leaned in close to whisper in my ear, “I missed you too, baby. I want you coming with us. Some guy wanting in your pants, and I’m hundreds of miles away . . . I don’t like it, Eme.”
“Sculpt, I’m capable of keeping a guy off me. Remember, you taught me the moves. I’m good at it now.”
His palm cupped my chin, and he raised my head. “Yeah, you’re good.” Then he gave me sweet, and I melted into his sweet as he kissed my lips, slow and lingering, like he was making love to me right there in front of everyone.
“The new song tonight, it’s for you, Eme.” When his lips lowered onto mine it was like all indecision was taken away. There was softness in him, the way he cradled me, how his eyes never faltered when he looked at me.
When I breathed in, it was him I inhaled. I was completely in love with him, and he was leaving in five days.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I need to get ready. We’re together tonight. Just us. Okay?”
“Okay.”
When he walked away, I felt Kat’s hand on the small of my back. “That guy is so in love with you. Damn, missy, a sweet package of ass, face, voice, and those words he just spilled to you ? . . . Jealous here.”
“I’m in love with him.”
She laughed. “Um, yeah . . . Obvious.”
I gasped, flinging around. “Oh God, do you think he can tell?”
“Missy, he damn well better. You’re like maple syrup at his feet.” She snagged the two new beers from our table and passed me one. She grinned, brows rising. “To getting fucked by sweet and spicy.”
We finished our beers, and Matt came over and told us Torn would be on in five, so I started for the washroom, before they came on stage. I didn’t want to miss a single second of Logan singing.
“Missy,” Kat called after me. I looked over my shoulder smiling. I was buzzed and happy. Yeah, I was really happy. Logan was going to sing, and then we were going to a hotel for the night, and I loved him, and Kat said he loved me. I had five days left with him, and I was going to make certain it was spent with him in my arms. “You’re beautiful,” Kat called.
“Fuck yeah.” Some guy shouted.
God, I loved my bestie. And for once, I felt beautiful.
I weaved through the crowd then made my way down the hallway to the washroom. I never saw him come up behind me, maybe because I was still thinking about Logan, and my mind was thinking about him in a hotel room—with me.
It happened within seconds. I had my hand on the bathroom door, and an arm hooked around my waist. As I sucked in air to tell the guy to screw off, I breathed in a sweet pungent smell as a linen cloth was forced over my nose and mouth.
Then darkness.