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squeezes once when he finishes whispering to the girl and she goes to whisper something back to him. He looks more annoyed and rolls his eyes in impatience.
    While she whispers he starts to absentmindedly rub circles on my knee with his thumb. I groan internally because his touch alone is sending electric bolts through my jeans, but the motion of his thumb starts strange things in the pit of my stomach that I’ve never felt before. I suck my bottom lip in and start to graze my teeth against it.
    Rage’s thumb stops abruptly and his eyes zone in on my lips. He pulls away from whatever the girl is saying and shakes his head at her dismissing her completely and turning his attention back to me.
    I watch the girl as her face twists in disappointment and then she rakes her eyes over me with a scowl. She stomps off when Rage leans into my ear for his next question. I am sure my heart just stopped as he pauses before whispering in my ear. I am all sensation as his breath tickles my skin.
    “I’m going to get out of here. Want to finish this interview at Mandy’s? Some of the band is crashing there tonight for practice tomorrow,” he finally says.
    It was my plan to stay the night at Mandy’s tonight as well but something in the way Rage says the words has left me questioning if leaving with him is a good idea. I’m not sure if it is the alcohol that is making my body buzz or if it has something to do with his hand still on me and his lips teasing my skin.
    Whatever it is I didn’t trust myself around him at all.
     
    I wake up to someone pounding on the door and the doorbell ringing. Ugh, my mouth is so dry. I stiffen as the fog clears and I realize I am naked except for my panties and there is an arm thrown across my body. Where the hell am I and what have I done?
    Think Kelly, think, I groan. Last thing I remember is finishing a beer at the bar and heading out with Rage in a cab. Mitch left at the same time with a slim brunette and Sleep was wrapped around a red head in the corner by the stage. My brain is refusing to bring up anything after that.
    The panic goes away when I peek down to see the pink nail polish on the dainty little hand I know belongs to my best friend. I sigh in relief as the pounding on the door rings out again. “Get your hair out of my face Kit,” Mandy fusses.
    “Someone is at your door,” I yawn.
    “So,” she mumbles. “Go answer it.”
    I groan and shove her arm off of me. I plant my feet on the floor and look around for something to throw on. I grab a t-shirt out of my bag and tug it over my head. I pad my way downstairs to the front door where the pounding starts again.
    “Hold your horses,” I yell.
    I look out the glass to see it is Linc looking tired and angry. My phone must have died again. I pull the door open and Linc’s eyes run over me before he sighs and steps in. I am used to walking around dressed like this in front of Linc so I am not sure what is up with his noticeable reaction this morning.
    “You know how long I have been banging. Geeze Kit, I’m exhausted and I just want to get my car and go to bed,” he huffs.
    “Sorry, did you try Mandy’s phone,” I murmur.
    “Straight to voicemail,” he sighs.
    “Good morning kids,” I hear from behind.
    Linc grabs my waist and shoves me behind him. I look around him to see Rage in just his boxers. Memories start to resurface from last night. We’d come back here and Rage and I talked some more and had a few more beers before Chris arrived and we started to reminisce on old times. I was definitely drunk by the time Rage carried me to Mandy’s room although I am still a little foggy on who undressed me. 
    I’d probably be able to figure that part out too if I wasn’t entranced by a half-naked Rage. I don’t mean to stare but it is hard not to look at the black ink scrolling across his chest. Then there is the chest itself. He is tanned, ripped, all tight abs with cut up biceps that the tattoo scrolls out to and