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“Wait here,” Loren says, so I enter the small dressing room, which only has a few things in it. I sit on a couch.
Em gives me a finger wave and turns to Loren. “Can I meet Stu and Mitch? Maybe Janice and Lizzie, too?”
They smile. “Sure. Follow me.” Loren closes the door, leaving me in Julian’s space.
There’s water running in an attached room, which I assume is a bathroom. Not wanting him to be caught unawares, I call out, “Hello?”
“Sam?”
“Yeah, it’s just me. Em went with Loren to go meet your band members.”
The door opens, and a waft of steam comes out… along with Julian Hill wearing nothing but a towel.
My heart goes to my throat, and my dick surges to life.
All those tattoos are right here on that sexy chest, tan and defined and so gorgeous. His hair is wet, and a drop of water runs down his forehead before falling on his collarbone and then tracing a path down to his brown nipple.
“Sam?” He tucks in his towel with a smile. “Lovely to see you. Sorry about,” he gestures down his body. “I get sweaty onstage.”
“No worries.” I go to stand. “I can leave.”
He holds up a hand. “No, don’t. Stay. Please. One sec.”
He grabs a bag and takes it inside the bathroom, then comes out a few minutes later in black jeans, a white T-shirt, and bare feet, his toes painted a deep purple.
I could get used to that sight.
Jules settles next to me on the couch, his knee up on the seat so he’s facing me. I’m distracted by how beautiful his face is—not model perfect, but he has vibrant eyes, cheekbones set at a high angle, and full lips.
I have to force myself to blink. “Thank you so much for letting me come. I really liked watching you perform.”
Jules’s grin is huge and genuine. “Did you? It was a good show. The band sounded tight.”
“It sounded wonderful to me.”
“Thanks,” he says shyly. “I sang some of those songs for you.”
My tummy does this little wiggle, and I finger the wristband of the hoodie Loren gave me, feeling much warmer than I was a few minutes ago. “You did?”
“I did. You’ve been my muse these past few weeks, Sam.”
“Wha-what does a muse do?”
“Be himself.” The way he’s looking at me, it almost seems like he’s going to lean over and kiss me, and I find myself staring at his mouth.
I nod and gulp, then take a deep breath and smile. “I can do that. Be myself, that is.” I chuckle. “At least when I’m not playing the fool by tripping and falling into you. Though maybe that was being myself, too.”
“I dunno. I liked you doing that. Bit different than the way I’ve met other people.”
That makes me laugh, and the nerves have gone.
The moment when I thought he was going to kiss me is gone, too.
“I bet you meet all kinds of people.”
Jules’s expression goes thoughtful. “I do meet all kinds, and there are so many more who feel like they know me because they track me on social media.”
“That must be weird. And amazing, in a way.”
