“Do you ever miss it??
??
He thought for a second and then shrugged. “Sometimes. I miss the way music can make a person feel. I miss being able to do that. But the person I was…I don’t miss him.”
“Is that why you haven’t gone back? I mean, you’re still Saxon Waite. If you put out music, people would listen. Are you afraid you’ll turn into that guy again?”
He laughed and shook his head. “How about we talk about you for a while?” he suggested. I groaned and he laughed. “See—you love asking questions, but you hate answering them.”
“I’m shy,” I grinned.
“Bullshit. I don’t believe that. I’ve met shy girls before, and you’re not one of them.”
If only he knew. Around him, I felt like I could open myself up that little bit more, but that didn’t change who I was. It only made things harder.
“I’ve never even had a boyfriend,” I blurted out. As soon as the words left my mouth I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I’d been with guys before, but nothing ever more than a one night stand here and there.
He grinned at me and shook his head. “I don’t believe that for a second. You’re twenty-one and hot as fuck.”
I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. He thinks I’m hot? Not only hot, but hot as fuck? Was it acceptable for me to start squealing right now? Probably not.
“I didn’t mean…” He shook his head, flustered.
“What? You don’t think I’m hot?” I teased.
His face went redder. “No. I mean…Fuck.” He narrowed his eyes at me. “I shouldn’t have said that, is what I meant. I’m your manager. And I’m way too old for you.”
My heart raced. That was as close as I was ever going to get to an admission from him that he liked me. The sensible thing for me to do would be let it pass and move on. Only I wasn’t feeling very sensible at the moment…
“So you do think I’m hot?” I said, my voice soft.
His eyes met mine. “What do you think?” he asked, pained.
I tilted my head slightly, letting my hair fall over my shoulder. He let out a growl and leaned forward. His hand slipped around the back of my neck. I jumped, the feel of his warm skin against mine electric.
“I think I want you to kiss me,” I whispered, pressing my lips together.
He pulled my face toward his. My heart pounded as his mouth met mine, his soft lips melting into my kiss. I let out a moan as his tongue flicked against mine, his hands caressing my neck.
Oh God, this is heaven. Everything about him left me feeling frazzled. And then it was over. He pulled away, his forehead creased in frustration.
“Fuck,” he cursed, running his hand through his dark hair. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I whispered, hardly believing I had let yet another dangerous admission escape my brain and take on a life of their own.
He looked at me, surprised. “Micah…” he hesitated, and I knew what was coming.
I stood up suddenly, flashing him a smile. “I better get to bed,” I said brightly. I had no intention of going to sleep just yet, but I knew I had to avoid this conversation.
He nodded, giving me a small smile. “Sleep well.”
Chapter Thirteen
Sax
Why the fuck had I kissed her? Of all the stupid things I’d done, this was up there at the top of the list. I’d thought with my dick. We couldn’t get involved. I shifted the van into fourth, slamming my foot down on the clutch. I glanced in the mirror at Micah, who was sitting with Liam, staring out the window. Any other time she would’ve jumped in the front with me, but I’d obviously embarrassed her. Either that or she was avoiding the conversation she knew was coming.
Fuck. Harry, who sat next to me, raised his eyebrows.