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“Hmmmm,” His voice was barely a whisper.

“We have to go,” she said and went to push him away from her, but when her hands collided with his firm chest, they didn’t do anything apart from rest there.

Taylor sighed deeply. “We do. I’ve felt my phone ring ten times. It’s probably my manager looking for me.” He pulled away from her reluctantly.

“You’re covered in lipstick,” Clara giggled, reached out and touched his lips, which smiled under her hand.

“And you don’t have any left on.” His thumb rubbed over her bottom lip, and she nearly melted on the spot.

“Right,” Clara breathed, lost again for a moment, until her ever-practical side took over, and she pulled a compact mirror and lipstick out of her handbag for herself and handed a tissue to Taylor. Touching up her lipstick, she shivered as Taylor watched her, his eyes full of heat.

“That’s better.” Taylor dropped a light kiss to her lips, careful not to smudge her lipstick this time. Picking up her hand again, he laced their fingers together and towed her out the door.

It took seconds for people to notice that Taylor had re-entered the room; Clara guessed it was hard not to be spotted when you were six-foot-five.

“Taylor, wonderful performance. This has Oscar written all over it,” a red-faced man in a too-tight suit exclaimed, grabbing Taylor’s free hand and pumping it hard.

“Thank you, Sir. That’s very kind of you to say,” Taylor answered politely.

After that, the floodgates opened, and Taylor was soon surrounded by people who wanted to talk to him.

Clara tugged on his hand to get his attention and whispered in his ear, “You work. I’ll go and find your mum to hang out with.”

“Stay,” he said quickly, turning his head to her, his eyes serious. “I want you to stay.”

“If you’re sure?” she questioned.

“I’m sure. Stay.”

Clara nodded, and not letting go of his hand, they made their way around the room together.

She was introduced to so many people that their names and faces were a blur. She had some pleasant conversations, but she knew that no one actually wanted to talk to her; they were therefor Taylor. And that was okay; she was content just being with him.

CHAPTER 29

“Are you ready to leave?” Taylor questioned.

Clara nodded. She had probably spoken to every single person who had come to the premiere. Her feet hurt, and she was exhausted.

“Yes. But I’m happy to stay if you want to,” Clara added.

“I absolutely don’t want to stay here any longer.” His eyes caught hers, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the heat in his gaze.

“Great,” Clara croaked as nerves and excitement flooded her body.

“I’ll message my limo driver to come get us.” Taylor glanced away from her and down at his phone, giving Clara time to collect herself.

When her heart rate was under control again, she said teasingly, “You’re so fancy. You have a limo driver.”

Taylor rolled his eyes. “Only for things like this.” Tugging on her hands, he pulled her into an alcove a little away from everyone else. “You know if we leave together, your picture will be all over the internet within hours. Is that okay with you?”

Clara thought about it before she smiled up at him. “You’re worth it.” Reaching up, she cupped his cheek; turning his head slightly, Taylor kissed her palm.

“Good. Let’s go.” Entwining their fingers together, Taylor weaved through the crowd as he towed her towards the door. Shaking more hands and saying goodbye to everyone he crossed paths with.

They were nearly at the door when Devon stepped in front of them, and she wasn’t alone; she was arm-in-arm with an equally stunning woman.

“Hi, Taylor,” Devon said quietly.

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