Page 64 of Riot

Ice under my skin, melting like our souls.

Keep on pretending, it’s you and me.

The world can wait.

I’m yours, you’re mine.

This life we lead like a riot act.

My girl.

Where she goes, I follow.

Wrap her in my arms so no tears will swallow.

My girl.

It’s a confession.

He’s telling me he loves me, that he will protect me and be with me forever.

It’s a damn love song.

Running across the stage, he leaps down the stairs and races through the crowd as they shout and reach for him. His security fumbles, rushing after him, and then he climbs the raised bars of the VIP booth and hangs from them as he reaches me, leaning over the rail as he sings.

The music trails off, and in front of everyone, he grabs my head and yanks me into a hard kiss before pulling back with a grin. “I love you.”

“You’re dead,” I whisper, but I can’t stop my smile as he laughs.

“Looking forward to it.” He steals another kiss before dropping down and heading back to the stage. He lifts his arm as the audience screams and the last note fades, then he pulls his mic down, breathing heavily. “I’m Kage. Thank you. Good night!”

Once his set is over, I head backstage with an escort. I wave at the fans, and once inside the corridor, I find him waiting at his set door. He sweeps me into a dramatic kiss, even as I slap him away.

“You’re all sweaty,” I complain.

“You will be in a minute,” he teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

Laughing, I go to slap him away again when there’s a sudden commotion behind us.

“Kage?” a female voice calls, making me pull away slightly. I see a woman lingering down the hall, stopped before my guards. “Kage, hi!”

I frown, but Kage is too busy feeling me up to notice. “Kage,” I snap.

“What?” He jerks his head up, follows my gaze, and then looks back at me. “What?”

“Kage, I was hoping to run into you,” she calls loudly, and my lips purse.

“Let her through,” I order, and she rushes toward us on designer heels, a Prada bag clutched under one arm. It is clear she dressed to impress, wearing a skintight number that leaves nothing to the imagination. She’s beautiful, but Kage is oblivious, pulling me closer and resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Possessive thing,” he teases, but I ignore him.

“Kage, I was hoping to run into you,” she gushes.

“And you are?” he asks coldly.

“It’s me, Melissa. We went on a date, but then you left to come here for your music. I’m in the country, and I was so glad to hear you were too.” She smiles brightly, ignoring me.

“Right.” He just turns to me, kissing my neck.

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