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Crystal
I blinked at my friend who was going to kill me with her bare hands if I said no. Turn down backstage passes and a tour by the lead singer of Nightbird? Yeah, I'd be dead all right. I knew she was a big fan. I was one too, but only because I'd given my heart to the lead singer a decade ago, and never got it back.
“I don’t know, Kit.” His name fell from my lips automatically as I fought for air. Why was he here? And why was I listening to a word he said? He’d ripped my heart out and stomped on it when I was eighteen. Was I really going to subject myself to his particular brand of torture?
“Come.” God, that one word from his lips made me shiver. I'd heard him say it before, but he hadn't been talking about a concert. Then, I'd been beneath him, his c**k deep inside me. Or, he'd
