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Things only he could do. I toss my phone aside.

“It’s going to be like before, you and your visitors, like Brittainy…” I lift my feet up and rest my arm on the back of the couch to get more comfortable.

“Wow, Alexandra.” A.J. puts both hands around his mouth to muffle his laugh. “You’ll really never forget that, huh?”

“Well, not having me there will make your life easier.”

A.J. stops laughing immediately and looks at me with a furrowed brow.

“Being away from you would never make anything easier.”

His words linger between us for a while. Looking at him, I see nothing but honesty in his eyes, and it would be a lie to say I don’t feel every part of my body ignite when he caresses my arm on the back of the couch.

“Wow, another cliché for a great song,” I joke, taking a couple of steps back in this conversation.

We’re definitely going to crash if we keep edging closer to the cliff.

“Speaking of songwriting, thanks for showing the guys my composing side yesterday.” A.J. smiles, gently, joining me in the mission to get back to lighter topics.

“I thought I should defend my stage partner. It doesn’t make sense not to give you that space.”

“Well, yeah, I haven’t written alone in a long time. Something with Big D. broke my trust in that part. But my mind’s been flying around, dying to land on something, so your intervention came at the right time.” His words make me genuinely smile for the first time in hours.

“Did you write something?”

A.J. smiles awkwardly, biting his lower lip like a mischievous teenager.

“Not yet. There’s something hammering inside, but nothing concrete.”

“Tell me, I want to know,” I ask, moving closer, curious.

“Not now, but when I have it ready, you’ll be the first to know.”

“Do I have your word?” I threaten, raising my pinky at him.

“You have my word,” he guarantees, hooking his finger around mine. “I’m glad you liked it here, and the night. It was fun, despite the Guilherme and Richard moment,” he tries to brush it off.

“Yeah, spending time with you and the girls, singing and eating pizza? It couldn’t go wrong, it was delicious.”

“Youweredelicioussinging that crazy woman song, by the way.” He runs his tongue over his bottom lip and smirks. “My heart almost stopped,” he says, rubbing his bare chest, and I swallow hard, with desire and hatred.

He messes with me, I get flustered. I mess with him—he calls me delicious without even blushing. How is that fair?

“Yeah, the night was almost perfect…” I whisper, my body so hot, it’s as if the fireplace wasn’t just a video.

“Why almost?”

“Ah, you were missing someone to kiss in ‘One Last Kiss’,” I whisper, shrugging.

“Not missing,” A.J. retorts without hesitation, his eyes intense on mine and his right hand raised. “The problem was that you didn’t beg.”

“And if I begged now, would you really resist?”

I kneel on the couch and, for a few seconds, wish I had one of Daniele’s sexy silk robes, just for the pleasure of teasing him.

“I don’t know… we need to test to find out.” A.J. laughs softly, his eyes dark and filled with desire.

Exactly how I wanted them to be.

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