Page 8 of Heart Break Her

Dark, and looking right at me. It’s almost enough to send me running back into the bar, but I really need to get home.

“That’s my car.” I point to the blue Hyundai he’s leaning against.

Sebastian looks back and sweeps his gaze over my car before lifting off it and taking another drag of his joint. His square jaw tightens as he holds the smoke in, and his hand holds the joint out to me.

I realize I’m staring at him, but I can’t seem to stop. It could be chalked up to the effect of Sebastian Kane. Rendering women stupid and speechless.

“Want a hit?” he asks on an exhale, and the smoke curls out between his lips.

“No thanks.”

I walk around him to get to my car door, but he doesn’t move, putting me within two feet of him.

“You were at the show,” Sebastian says, pinching off the end of his joint and sticking what’s left of it in his jacket pocket.

I nod, trying really hard not to stare at him. Like if I do, I might go blind.

“Front row. Center.” It’s not a question and puts to bed any doubt in my mind that I did spot him watching me a few times during the concert.

Not that it makes me special, I remind myself. It was a small room. Only so many faces to zone out to.

“It was a good show,” I say.

Sebastian narrows his eyes, studying me, weighing my words, and I wish I was better at small talk with rock stars, like Merry is, so this wouldn’t be so awkward.

I realize his eyes are lighter than they seemed from far away. The color of honey, right on the edge of whiskey gold. His stare is locked on mine, and it might as well be a current pulling me under.

“I’m Cassie.” I break the silence.

I’m not sure what’s appropriate when you meet a rock star. If he were anyone else, I’d shake his hand. But he’shim. So I keep mine tucked in my jacket pockets.

“Sebastian.”

“I know.”

A hint of amusement colors his face. God, I hope I’m not blushing.

“So, what’s your favorite song?” he asks, catching me off guard.

I haven’t asked for his autograph or pulled my shirt up to show him my breasts, so I’m honestly not sure why he’s still talking to me.

“From the set tonight? Or in general?”

The corner of his lip ticks up the slightest. “How about both?”

“Hmm.” I lean my back against the car and pretend to think about it, like I don’t already know off the top of my head. Enemy Muse is one of my favorite bands for a reason, and I’ve got their album tracks memorized, top to bottom. “In general, it’s definitely Lady Sunshine. But tonight, I’m going to go with Revolve Her.”

“Two ends of the spectrum.” Sebastian props an elbow up on the roof of my car like it’s his own. “Would have pinned you for an Electric Hearts fan.”

“My ringtone.”

Sebastian quirks an eyebrow.

“Electric Hearts is my ringtone,” I say. “So yeah, I like it. The song hits all the right spots, that’s why it’s so popular right? Perfect for a ringtone. But for a song to be a favorite… It needs to have some blood running through it. A life force, if you know what I mean. Well, of course you know what I mean. They’re your songs after all.”

Stop talking, Cassie. This is why you wouldn’t let Merry introduce you, so you wouldn’t turn into a rambling fool.

“Sorry,” I say.

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