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The others groaned or laughed, saying something about his crazy obsession with Celine, but Ryker didn't change his response. This naturally led toa discussion ofTitanicand a re-enactment of the scene with Jack and Rose on the bow of the ship (Elliot was Jack, and Santino wasRose). It was all pretty hilarious. Practice was going well, so we were taking a break, but I stayed in the corner and continued to play my violin. When I finished with HERS's music, I moved on to the pieces my cousins and I usuallyperformed. Theywere familiar. They felt good. And playingalways helped clear and calm my mind.

Today, I needed the music.

I'd come to a decision this morning.

In the early hours before anyone else was awake, Igot out of bed slowly, so as not to disturb Felix. I staredbackat him a moment, taking in his features, how beautiful and peaceful he looked in his sleep. I breathed a soft sigh before going back to my room.

It was no use.

No matter how many times I tried to tell myselfthis isn't real.Anythingwith him is pretend.That was the deal.Don't let yourself be blinded by fake love. It didn't work.

To take a cue from Mr. Darcy, my feelings wouldn't be repressed.

They couldn't be.

I'd promised my mom I wouldn't fall for a rockstar.

But I was afraid it was too late.

My pulse quickened when Felixwas around.Even when he did nothing butsay my name—especially when he called me princess—my heart went crazy. All he had to do was look at me, and I felttingles race down my spine and warmth spread through my veins.

There was no justice in the world.

There really wasn't.

Because I was almost positive, Felix didn't feel the same.

I mean, how could he?

I was just me. Shy. Introverted.Somewhat talented on violin, but mostly just awkward in life and probably in love too.

And he was…everything I never knew I wanted but suddenly craved more than anything.

Man, I was in deep.

Felixhadn't said anything about me slipping away early this morning. Actually,he'd just said 'Princess', gaveme a nod, and then practice started. But I was determined to talk to him.

Even if it ruined everything.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I removed it. There was a new text.

Freya:Have you told him yet?

Unfortunately, I made the mistake of calling her, needing to run my feelings by someone before I confessed. My cousin was the first on my contact list—I also knew she wouldn't let me back out.I was kinda regretting that decision now though.

Me:No.

Freya:Why not?

Me:Didn't get a chance.

Freya:?

Me:We've been practicing.

Freya:??

Me:It just hasn't been the right time.

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