Practice had never felt like it lasted so long as it had tonight. They practiced their regular set plus a couple of other songs. Sydney sat in on the songs she knew and took notes when she didn’t. Something about watching her scribble in a tiny notebook while her purple-tipped hair flounced around made him want to touch her, mess with her, grab her attention.
Because she wasn’t giving him anything. Other than listening to basic directions, she focused solely on Kevin, which he supposed was good because she was taking over for Kevin, but Hunter half expected her to at least notice him. He wanted her to give him one of those looks she occasionally threw at him when they were on the football field, maybe a cocky wink because she sounded so damn good playing, but again, nothing.
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