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clenching … it’s fucking breaking my heart. The way she moaned for me, chanting my name when she came.
    Vaughn’s watching me.
    “Nothing’s up,” I say. “I’m fine.”
    “You don’t seem fine. You seem agitated.”
    “Nothin’ a beer or two won’t fix.”
    “You’ve hardly said a word all night and you look … messed up.”
    I glance at a small mirror hanging on the wall and check my hair. It is messed up, but that’s nothing new. My hair’s practically black, sort of wavy. Chicks dig my hair for some reason. They always go on about it and want to touch it and run their hands through it. I try to smooth it down a little but it doesn’t do much good. I’m wearing jeans, boots and a black seventies-style t-shirt that I bought at a thrift store in that small town I’m now a part-time resident of, for two dollars. Even though I have more money than I’ll ever know what to do with, it’s hard to break old habits.
    “Are you pissed off because I brought Trevor to your place?” Vaughn says. “Is that it?”
    “As long as he keeps his mouth shut I’m fine with it. One pa parazzi shows up, though, and he’s fucking toast.”
    I can hear the crowd out front, chanting my name. The opening act finished twenty minutes ago and the audience is restless. It’s almost time.
    “Saddle up, boys,” Vaughn says. To me, “You’re on, Hayes.”
    I lead the way. The roar starts as soon as I step onto the stage. I take my place at the microphone . The spotlights are on.Everything’s dark except for me in my own circle of light. Some girl yells I love you.
    I strum the first chord. The lights go up and the crowd goes wild. The first number is an upbeat hit they all know. They cheer and yell and sing along. The girls in the front press up against the stage. I know from experience that any one of them would do anything I say. Anything. I can see the stars in their eyes as they swoon and sing and try to get noticed.
    Tonight, it’s all I can do to remember the lyrics. My thoughts are full of hot sunlit beauty and summer lust.
    I miss her.
     

 
     
    I let myself into his house. It’s unlocked. Quiet. It feels strange to be a lone in this spacious, grand house. I can’t help wondering what it would feel like to live in a house like this, one that’s not cluttered and crowded. One where everything’s new and updated and doesn’t need fixing or painting or a new roof because the old one leaks in six places.
    My body feels quietly electric with anticipation. I didn’t sleep much last night. When it finally came, in fitful dozes, I dreamed about him. Sweet, sexy dreams that left me hot and wet.
    I’m so in lust I think I might be going crazy.
    But I don’t feel crazy. I feel sure of it. Sun-touched and fiery.
    This is what I’ve decided: I’m going to ma ke love to Elias Hayes today. If he wants to.
    I think he might.
    Last week, I would’ve had to confess that I’d had impure thoughts, recite a whole bunch of apologies about it and pray for my sins. This week, I’m about to seduce the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen into having sex with me.
    I’m blaming it all on the music. And on Elias Hayes, with his devil-blue eyes.
    Even though I’ve never, ever done anything like this before, I know what I’m going to do.First, I’m going to kiss him . I’m going to touch him, an d run my fingers over his chest. To his stomach. Under his shirt, to that tantalizing line of hair. Then I’m going to unzip his jeans and reach down to caress his thick length with my fingers.
    I’m going to give him whatever he wants.
    I want to feel him … inside me. Where his fingers were. And his tongue , when he licked me like that, pushing into me . God.
    The thought of him doing more is a little sca ry, to be honest. He’s huge . I imagine what he’ll feel like inside me when his big cock jerks like it did when I sucked on him. When he comes.
    I’m starting to soften and dew again just thinking about it. He’s so big