"I feel popular."
"You are."
"Yep. I'm the band pet."
"It's not like that. You're a nice girl—"
"I will hang this phone up right now."
"No you won't," he teases. "You want to talk to me."
I admit nothing.
"I could go on and on about what a nice girl you are, but you'd still stay on the line."
I bite my lip to keep from begging him to go on and on about what a nice girl I am. I'm getting the feeling it ends with and I'm going to corrupt you.
I'm getting delusional.
I need sleep.
His deep voice flows through the speakers. "But, I won't torture you. How about a sweet girl?"
"Better."
"People want to see you do well. I get it. I've known you since you were sixteen. You were a kid then. Now, you're a woman."
"You really think so?"
He's quiet for a long moment. When he speaks, his voice is too even to give anything away. "You're a sweet girl, Piper."
I'm not sure what that means, but I like the way his voice feels in my ears.
Chapter 5
Kit
The lights in the club go down.
Then it's applause.
Screaming.
I'm about to move forward when Ethan steps in front of me. He shakes his head and runs a hand through his dark wavy hair.
He motions one more minute.
Gotta make the crowd work for it. Gotta make them wait. This is shit I know, but I lose track of it the second I get near a stage.
My chest is light. My heart is in my throat.
Then the crowd is chanting Dangerous Noise and I'm not sure I can breathe.
Fuck, I can't do this.
I remind myself that I've done this a thousand times. Hell, I've done it on a stage this size a few dozen times.
I know it's possible, but my heart still feels like it's going to leap out of my chest.