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Things were pretty quiet for a few weeks after Olivia’s visit. Orlando didn’t pester me about meeting up with him, mainly because filming was set to start on After Midnight, and he had virtually no time. I ran lines with him over the phone, and offered my opinions for him, but I tried not to interfere too much. He was reading my dialogue, from my final re-write, and he seemed to understand it very well, so I felt no need to press him.

Scheduling my television interview seemed to be taking longer than I’d thought it would. Olivia was being very particular about which shows she contacted, and I was grateful for that. She called me daily to keep me updated, but mostly she just told me to sit tight and wait for the right offer. Of course, she’d let me know what the right offer actually was.

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Warning: Sexually Explicit Content

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I hate hotel alarm clocks. They always sound like nails on a chalkboard, and they rarely go off when you want them to. If AJ hadn’t come knocking on my door, I’d probably have stayed in bed all day.

Especially considering the warm body that was curled up against me when I opened my eyes.

Mycki.

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I knew it was late when I banged on Brian’s door, but I hoped he’d let it go when I explained what was going on. I’d just put Mycki in the elevator, and I needed someone to talk to.

“Where’s the fire?” Brian asked, stumbling sleepily out into the hallway. I was grateful Leighanne and Baylee weren’t with him for this stop on the tour, otherwise I’d be getting an earful right now. Waking a sleeping four-year-old is never a good idea.

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“You don’t need to stand in the doorway, Mycki,” Nick said with a smirk as he flopped down heavily on the couch. “I won’t bite, I promised, remember?”

I shuffled into the room a bit more, running my fingers along the wall as I went, as though I wanted something solid to remind me this wasn’t some warped nightmare. I had a hard time looking at him.

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Nick kissed me one final time and rolled off of me, his chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. I cuddled against his side for a moment, resting my head on his slightly sweaty shoulder, placing a gentle kiss there first.

“What are you thinking?” I dared to whisper after a few minutes of silence. I kissed his shoulder again.

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The memories were not what I needed at that point, and I shook them away. What I remembered more than anything was the tender look in his eyes, the gentle way his hands caressed me, how tightly he held me. That is, before he so abruptly changed.

“There are still complications, Nick,” I said, shaking myself out of my daze. “And I don’t buy your crap. You met me twice, and the second time you slept with me. There wasn’t time to feel anything other than the massive orgasms we both had.” I took a deep breath. “We need to leave it at that, okay?”

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We hurried out of the venue after the show ended, anxious to get back to the warmth of our hotel room. My ears were still ringing from the sheer volume of the screams, and the music itself, and I was still giddy from Nick’s kiss. I could still feel his lips against mine, and his arms around me. I never wanted to forget that feeling.

Jillian and I had sprung for a really ritzy hotel not far from the concert venue, as a way of thanking Meegan for the tickets. By the time we’d actually reached the lobby, it was swarmed with people, much the way the venue had been for the concert.

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Thankfully Cammi was still sleeping when I got back to the hotel room. That kid sleeps like the dead when she wants to, and it was just as well for me that night that she did.

I tried to settle in, to go to sleep, but I was beyond restless. Who the hell did he think he was? How cheap would I have to be to go with him a second time, to respond to his audacious request? There was nothing personal about that note, just a room number. No, ‘I’d like to see you,’ no ‘how’ve you been?’, no nothing, just that damned number.

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We’d been waiting all day just to see them. It was fairly chilly as we stood outside the venue, hoping for a glimpse of the four guys before they went inside to get ready for the show. I wasn’t quite sure how my friends had talked me into this, how they’d convinced me this was a good idea, but nonetheless, here we were, huddle against each other for warmth, trying to keep the wind out of our faces, watching the buses that pulled slowly into the parking lot.

After what felt like an eternity, they emerged, bundled up against the cold, big grins on their faces. They’d had a few days off to recover from the first few shows of their tour, and now they were brimming with energy again, and ready to greet the fans.

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