**Sunshine's POV**
The morning after our phone call, I woke up to his voice.
Not literally. But "Fracture" was playing through my speakers, and I could swear he was singing just for me.
My phone buzzed.
**Kael: Good morning. Can't stop thinking about last night.**
My heart stuttered.
**Me: Same.**
**Kael: See you at 9?**
**Me: I'll be there.**
I stared at my reflection in the mirror. *Calm down, Sunshine. Be professional. Don't let him see how desperate you are.*
But God, I was desperate.
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At rehearsal, I kept my expression neutral. Clipboard in hand. Professional assistant.
While inside, I was falling apart.
Every time Kael moved—the way his body rolled through the choreography, muscles flexing under his shirt—I imagined those arms wrapped around me. Imagined my head agai
