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“She’s nice.” Tate chimes in.

“I can’t believe that you didn’t tell her who you were,” Mike says.

“If I would have, I’m sure she would have thought that I was lying to her.” I shrug.

“True. So, how did she take it?” Tate asks.

“I thought she was going to faint. But she warmed up to it all, pretty quick after the initial shock.”

“Is she coming out with us afterward?” Mike questions.

“Yeah, I think so. I hope so.”

“Alright, guys. You’re on in three. Places, please.” Paddy tells us.

Our hands move to the center, one hand on top of the other.

“All for one. And one for all!” We cheer in unison. A stagehand hands me my guitar and I grab the pick at the top of the neck.

The stage is dark, but my eyes find Jordyn immediately. She has her hands clasped in front of her chest, a big smile on her face, and her eyes on me.

I smile at her. Feeling like I’m on cloud nine as I walk to the center of the stage with my mic stand set up.

Tate strums on the drums. The crowd goes wild. The lights go up. And I’m still staring at the woman standing off to the side of the stage.

CHAPTER THREE

Jordyn

I stand to the side of the stage, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch Knights Honor on stage. The electric buzz of the crowd was palpable, a sea of faces illuminated by the flashing stage lights. I could hardly believe my eyes. Asher, the charming guy I had accidentally met and assumed was the guy fromJingle,was the frontman of one of the most popular rock bands around.

As the opening chords rang out, my breath caught in my throat. Asher, with his confident swagger and magnetic presence, stepped up to the microphone, his gaze sweeping over the crowd before turning and landing momentarily on me. The connection was instantaneous, and a shiver ran down my spine.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Asher’s fingers danced across the neck of the guitar with practiced ease, his voice resonating through the speakers, rich and powerful.

Just hours ago, he was the down-to-earth guy with an easy smile, making me laugh in his dressing room. I felt a surge of disbelief that this was my life at this moment. My emotions were a whirlwind as I watched him pour his soul into every note.

The energy of the stadium was electric, the fans singing along to every word, their adoration for the band clear in their ecstaticcheers. The music was swelling to a fever pitch as Asher moved across the stage with a raw, unrestrained passion that took my breath away. He owned the stage; he demanded your attention, and he sure as shit had mine.

I swayed to the music; I sang to the words, and the smile on my face was permanent at this moment as one of my favorite songs started.

I felt your heartbeat synchronize a million different ways.

Electric whispers in the dark, your touch, it calls to me.

A symphony of every spark, igniting what could be.

Your touch - it sets my soul on fire.

Burning with an endless desire.

In your arms, I come alive.

With you, I feel I can survive.

Your touch, it’s more than just a feeling.

In your eyes, I find my meaning.

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