Page 9 of Legendary Rock Star
No one had made me this happy in years. As the last song played, I asked, “So what do you think?”
“I think this was wonderful,” she said. She spotted a coffee maker in the corner and went over to make us each a cup.
I hit done and let the album load onto my drive. “I want to send this all to my agent.”
She handed me the coffee and said, “Well, if you get a new deal with these demos, remember me.”
Seriously? This wasn’t about me. We’d done this together. And I only meant to use it as proof to my agent that I wasn’t completely hopeless. But I said, “You’re in every song. Hard to forget.”
Her face fell like she was disappointed, and goosebumps grew on my body as she said, “I don’t mean like that.”
I probably shouldn’t follow the tingles in my body, but I had to know.
We’d never have another moment like this. I possessively wrapped my arms around her waist while I said, “I’m going to do something to rock our budding friendship now.”
“What?” she asked, and batted those eyelashes at me.
“This,” I said. My soul ached and my skin burned with desire.
I claimed her lips as my own and she didn’t pull away. Her hands curled in my brown hair and she kissed me back.
As the kiss ended and we came up for air, she said, “Wow.”
Her response drove me crazy. I kissed her again and never wanted this moment to end. This was bad.
Kissing Maggie was like kissing the essence of life itself, and I shouldn’t know that. I needed to win this competition. No one ever remembered anyone but the last one standing on stage.
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Maggie
Phoenix’s kissesburned through me. Never in my life had steam risen out of my skin from a boy’s kiss.
Not that Phoenix was a boy. He was all man, virile, strong, and I wanted him more than I should.
And he probably just wanted me to reform his image. It’s why he’d joined the show.
His goals shouldn’t matter. I needed to win to land my own chance.
Plus I wasn’t about to give up my values. I’d been saving myself. For true love.
No more kisses, ever.
Because there was no way Phoenix was that mythical guy I’d supposedly been waiting for.
No, he was the opposite. He was the guy who burned through women, and I’d just be another memory to him.
Yet I ached to save him in a way I couldn’t explain. I’d never wanted to fix any other guy that I knew was trouble.
I’d have to bottle this angst for the stage and singing.
I took a car back to my hotel as I needed to get my things. The drive gave me a few minutes to decompress.
Hopefully my lips wouldn’t give away the fact that I’d been thoroughly kissed to the point of oblivion. But as I met my parents in our shared hotel room, my insides churned. I had the crazy thought that I’d be burned as a witch. So I threw out my hands and said, “Mom, Dad, I love you both.”
Both of my parents hugged me and invited me to join them at the small breakfast nook table in the corner. Our room overlooked the street. It didn’t have a glass and cement roof bringing the light of the day inside the way Phoenix’s house did. As I pulled up a seat, my father’s blue eyes met mine as he said, “We were worried about you.”
“I’m an adult now.”
