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He groaned. “Yay, another interview.” “You know you love them.” “Maybe a little.” He gave me one last lingering kiss. “But I’d rather be alone with you.” We reluctantly broke apart, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to go slow with Jared any longer. The show really was trying to starve us. By the time we finished the interview, it was close to midnight, and no one had fed us since lunch. Once we got back to the hotel, the four of us immediately piled into the band’s van and headed out to find a late-night drive-thru. We ate burgers in the backseat, shoving food in our faces and laughing at the stupid questions we’d been asked earlier. “Which mentor would you want to date?” (Dan, obviously) and “what color would your music be?” (duh, black) were our favorites. Once we were stuffed, we drov
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