  &quot;You&quot;re quiet for someone who landed a spot closing the showcase,&quot; Andie points out at breakfast. &quot;It&quot;s mind sex, isn&quot;t it?&quot; I blink, ripping off a piece of my untouched bagel. &quot;You mean fantasizing?&quot; &quot;Don&quot;t make it sound pretty. It&quot;s hot and dirty, and you&quot;re doing it.&quot; Rica drops into a seat next to us with her coffee, surprising both of us. &quot;It wasn&quot;t mind sex that kept me out of my room Monday night.&quot; It&quot;s true, and for the last thirty-six hours, all I&quot;ve been able to think about is Timothy. Not the showcase we landed, but the things I want to do with Timothy that have nothing to do with music and everything to do with his hands and mouth and body. Yesterday, we agreed to spend the day catching up on our schoolwork before launching back into rehearsing. Still, we ran into each other accid

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 <div id="quillEditor" class="episode-content ql-editor">Showcase auditions might be over, but as the limo that picked me up at DFW pulls up Eddie&quot;s driveway Saturday afternoon, I feel as if the real test is beginning. As I step out of the car, a stinging breeze sweeps past, lifting the hairs on my arms despite my sweater and denim jacket. When I reach the top of the familiar stairs, my fist hovers over the door, but before I can knock, it swings wide. &quot;Timothy!&quot; Haley&quot;s beaming face takes the edge off my nerves. When she opens her arms wide for a hug, I can&quot;t resist. Even though I&quot;m bigger than her, it feels as if she&quot;s the one holding me. &quot;We were so glad you called.&quot; &quot;I know it was last minute,&quot; I say against her dark hair. &quot;Not at all. We live minute to minute around here. We h

The last time I kissed Emily Carlton in her bed was eighteen months ago. We were different people then. I&quot;m reminded how different as her eyes flash up at me. &quot;What the hell?&quot; Emily demands. She&quot;s naked and beautiful and, apparently, pissed. I roll off her and onto my back. I can still taste her, and the way she fell apart under my hands and mouth left me nowhere near satisfied, but I force out the words I need to say. &quot;Tonight was about you. Giving you what I wanted to give you then.&quot; &quot;You&quot;re overthinking this.&quot; She shifts over me, and I bite back the groan at the feel of her. &quot;Stop thinking. Just be here with me. I know you want to.&quot; She&quot;s killing me&mdash;with her voice and her intentions and the way she responds. My cock

&quot;You&quot;re quiet for someone who landed a spot closing the showcase,&quot; Andie points out at breakfast. &quot;It&quot;s mind sex, isn&quot;t it?&quot; I blink, ripping off a piece of my untouched bagel. &quot;You mean fantasizing?&quot; &quot;Don&quot;t make it sound pretty. It&quot;s hot and dirty, and you&quot;re doing it.&quot; Rica drops into a seat next to us with her coffee, surprising both of us. &quot;It wasn&quot;t mind sex that kept me out of my room Monday night.&quot; It&quot;s true, and for the last thirty-six hours, all I&quot;ve been able to think about is Timothy. Not the showcase we landed, but the things I want to do with Timothy that have nothing to do with music and everything to do with his hands and mouth and body. Yesterday, we agreed to spend the day catching up on our schoolwork before launching back into rehearsing. Still, we ran into each other accidentally-on-purpose in the halls at school, and he pulled me into a stairwell for a hot and too-short m

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