Playing (Inked Hearts 2)

I just hope this gets through to him.

"Thanks. But I'm looking forward to my debut." I plug the number into the machine. Take the mic from Emma. Step up to the front of the room.

The TV flashes with my song.

I force myself to turn back to the room.

To stare into Brendon's dark eyes.

And I let Ariel's words fall of my lips.

I find the intention to sell every line of Part Of Your World.

When I'm done, my body is buzzing with nervous energy. I can barely hear everyone clapping. Yelling. Teasing.

I can't see anything but the softening in Brendon's expression.

He knows I'm sorry.

And maybe he forgives me.

But that doesn't mean he'll be mine.

He might never be mine.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Brendon

My eyes stay glued to Kay.

She moves back to her seat. Crosses one leg over the other. Smooths her skirt.

Fuck, that blouse is cut low. It does things to me. Makes me forget every one of the reasons why this shouldn't happen.

I have more self-control than this.

In theory.

Now that I know Kay wants it hard and rough—

Fuck, she owns my thoughts.

She leans in to whisper something in Em's ear.

Whatever Em whispers back gets Kay blushing.

I hate being away from her.

Hate being pissed

at her.

Hate that I'm actually thinking about tossing aside every rational thought in my head.

I'm not that much of a caveman.

Even if my cock is making a hell of a compelling argument.