Page 89 of Heart Break Her

“Not sure,” I answer honestly.

There’s always an after party, and then a party after that, and then the people who never actually stop and just keep going until they eventually pass out on a random hotel room floor. Myth was probably one of those people.

But it’s definitely not me. I usually make an appearance at the first party and then bail when I quickly realize I’m not built for this.

Because you’re not like them.

“Well, you should,” Gage says, stepping in closer.

Am I giving off the wrong vibes, or is he not getting the hint? He’s an attractive guy, but there’s no way I’m encouraging his advances.

His eyes dip to my mouth, and his tongue darts out between his lips, wetting them.

“Maybe we’ll see you there,” Merry says, but he’s still not budging.

“Where?” Sebastian’s voice startles me.

With Gage this close, I didn’t realize the concert had ended.

Sebastian walks over, dripping in sweat, and wipes his wet, dark blond hair off his forehead. The man is a straight-up fantasy.

When he reaches me, he drapes an arm around my shoulders, and I’m overwhelmed by the body heat radiating off him. He leans in and plants a long, warm kiss on my mouth, and I go weak in the knees. Only once he breaks it do I realize Gage has stepped back.

Sebastian levels Gage with his stare and asks again. “Where?”

“Hey, man,” Gage says, clearly nervous about Sebastian’s obvious display. “I was just seeing if the girls were headed to Blaze after this. But I didn’t know…”

“Cassie will be therewith me,” Sebastian says, and I sense he’s laying some kind of claim. I should be annoyed when he’s got groupies dangling from him like Christmas tree ornaments on a regular basis, but his possessive stand is kind of hot.

“Sounds good, man,” Gage says, stepping back once more. “See you tonight.”

He disappears with a group of roadies walking past, saying something to them I can’t hear over the noise, and a few eyes dart our direction.

This isn’t the first time Sebastian has kissed me in front of people, but it felt different. He stands with me locked against his side, staring the crew down. Like he wants it known that I’m his.

As if there was any question.

I turn toward him and plant a palm on his warm, sweaty chest. I should be grossed out, I suppose, but I can’t help that it turns me on thinking of riding him all hot and sweaty.

“You sounded great out there,” I say, and it finally draws his attention away from the people watching.

His eyes drift over my face, then to my hair.

“Pink again,” he says with a smile.

“Yeah, the other stuff was temporary. I missed the pink.”

He turns my body to face his and holds my jaw in his hands, tipping my chin up. His honey-brown eyes liquify me.

“I missed it too,” he says, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine, parting just enough to finish. “I prefer the pink; looks like my Cassie.”

He kisses me again, those words reverberating in my head.

My Cassie.

I’m in so much trouble.

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