Chapter NineI wake up in the air.
Am I flying?
Opening my eyes, I realize that I’m being carried like a bride again. This time, the strong arms belong to Nero, and before I fully understand what’s happening, he lowers me onto a gray leather couch backstage.
Is this another inappropriate dream about my boss? Until now, there’s only been that one about a kiss—but this looks like a full-on wet dream.
My abstinence is really messing with my head.
He pulls out a phone and dials. “We need an ambulance to—”
Tuning him out, I gather my thoughts. This is not a dream. I was on stage and passed out. He’s calling 911, but I’m certain what just happened was a panic attack, not a real medical emergency.
“I’m okay now,” I say weakly and attempt to sit up.
“You’re not,” Nero says, hanging up on 91
