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She doesn’t say anything for a few seconds, and then she sighs. “I knew they would. I just…wanted to hold some place in your life.”

Her words touch my very soul. The longing behind them is obvious, and it’s also what I want more than anything.

I turn her face to mine and look into her eyes. “You always will.”

I lower my head to hers and kiss her softly. Memories of a thousand kisses before this one flood my mind. Each one of them is as precious to me as she is.

She looks back at me and smiles. “I know. I’m just scared. I love you, and now that we’re doing this, I don’t want anything to screw it up.”

She twirls her fork around on her plate with a worried frown on her face. I don’t want her to feel any pressure from me, and I want her to be sure about any steps forward that we take from here.

“We don’t have to label anything, angel. I think we both know that we love each other, so let’s just enjoy the time we spend together and see where it goes.”

Her relief is evident as her expression clears and she gives me a sexy smile. “Okay, then. We can just be guitar and guitarist for now.”

I laugh and lean across to kiss her. “Yes, we can just be that.”

We clean up after dinner, then Heather sits in my lap while we watch a movie. When it finishes, I think that she wants me to stay the night, but I want to be sure.

“Should I head home?” I ask her. She shakes her head at me, and I smile back at her. “Okay.”

“I’m tired. We should go to bed,” she tells me.

I laugh, “Sure. I need my beauty sleep.”

“Harrison Fletcher, if you were any more beautiful, the gods themselves would be jealous of you.”

“Is that so?” I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, it is. So you’ll need to do something else in bed other than getting beauty sleep. Got any ideas?”

My cock jerks in my jeans, and I nod. “I’ve got one or two.”

We make our way to the bedroom, and I take my time making love to her before we both fall asleep. In the middle of the night, I’m woken when Heather starts crying.

I don’t ask her why she’s crying, because I know. I just wrap my arms tighter around her and hold her close until she stops.

I kiss her softly, and in the darkness, she says, “I love you, Harrison.”

“I love you, too, angel.”

23

Sweet Dreams

On Wednesday morning, Heather and I are preparing to part ways. We’re sitting next to one another on the sofa in the living room of her apartment. She has to go to Serenity to work, and I have to attend a meeting with Cooper and the guys.

“Want to come back here tonight?” Heather asks.

“I wish I could, but we have a radio station event to go to. I’m free tomorrow, though,” I offer.

Heather shakes her head. “I’m going to dinner with Gabriel and Ariana. I’m sure they’d be fine with you coming, but it’s some new restaurant in the city. Are we ready to be seen together in public?”

Our conversation from last night comes to mind, and I put my arm around her shoulders to pull her into me. She sighs softly, and I smile.

“Are we ready for that, my sexy guitarist?”

Heather’s lips curve into a smile and she says, “I do like being your guitarist. I don’t know about being seen in public right now.”

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