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“Yeah.” I shake my head. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I gotta go have a word with my girl.”
Riley’s mouth twitches. “I’d say that’s probably right, yes.”
“Cheers, Riles.” I wave a hand over my shoulder before jogging out the hall, down the stairs, and into the basement.
A low, gritty growl spears my ears when I push the live room door open.
Hendrix stands in the centre of the live room. Black and white Yamaha Pacifica strapped over her chest, lights flicker around her and the floor vibrates from the sheer force of her song.
She arches her back, a devastatingly beautiful grin curving her lips. She trills the strings, playing alongFamous Last Wordsas it blares through the speakers.
My chest fucking gallops.
She always said she wasn’t meant to be a star.
And she was right.
Star isn’t a worthy enough word for her.
Hendrix Moore shines brighter than the whole damn universe.
The final chord echoes through the air.
A soft, melodic laugh tinkles from her lips as taps her knuckles on the wood, before her gaze flicks up.
Our eyes collide.
Her breath hitches. “Hi.”
“Hey.” I take a step forward. “You didn’t leave.”
She lifts the leather strap over her shoulder, props the guitar against the amp, and moves one step closer. “I didn’t leave.”
“Are you planning to?” Another step.
She swallows, closing the last of the space between us. “Not anytime soon.”
I cup her face in my hands. “I can work with that.”
She pushes up onto her tiptoes.
I duck my head, and she steals my breath with a searing kiss.
Chapter fifty
Hendrix • Now
Like A Prayer – DIAMANTE
Coledoesn’tkiss.
He devours.
A hand twines in my hair as he slants his head and tangles his tongue with mine. I fist his black shirt. My muscles tremble when I push up higher.
Cole grips my hip, fingers digging into my skin as he guides me backwards.
I whimper, he moans, and those fucking I felt for the first time when I was fourteen tug.
