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flips and pretzels the closer we got to the concert location.
    I was relieved that I'd been able to make my hands listen to me as we played. Something had happened that morning, though what it was...
    It was like Drezden hid himself behind a curtain. He still sounded the same, it was just the fuel in his emerald eyes had burned out. Whatever the change, not being on the end of his assassin style demeanor let me play to my fullest.
    I had to admit, we sounded fucking great.
    Porter and Colt left, arguing over who was taking a shower first. It was only Drezden and I in the room.
    Tying my hair back off of my sweating neck, I sighed. “Starting to get a muscle cramp.” Rubbing at the gap between neck and shoulder, I winced.
    A shadow fell over me. I felt it was him before I even looked up. “Is it bad?”
    I couldn't get saliva on my lips. The inside of my throat was made from sand and ash. “Um, it's kind of—” Remember what he keeps chiding you over, acting tough and shit. Just tell him! “—super tight, yeah.”
    Drezden settled next to me on the bench, straddling it as he faced me. One spin from his hand told me what he wanted. “Let me massage it out. You'll be stiff and useless for the show tomorrow if I don't.”
    Is he right about that? I hadn't practiced so much in one go in a long time. My brain burned with memories of gristle-tough muscles the day after so much effort. Swallowing, still wishing for some liquid, I turned around. Flipping one leg over the bench, I gripped it between my thighs. “Fine, if you think it's necessary.”
    He was a wall of heat on my back. A volcanic explosion I couldn't run away from. Frozen in place, I braced myself for the first touch of his hands. Palms came down, clasping not just one, but both sides of my neck. Drezden was firm precision, rolling fingers over the knots I didn't even know I had.
    The tension in me went beyond just my shoulders and neck. Lowering my chin, I hid behind the curtain of my hair. He couldn’t see my face from where he was, I wanted any bit of protection I could find. The last time Drez had touched me, things had gotten crazy.
    Far too crazy.
    A shiver jolted down my spine as he rolled a thumb along my jugular. “You're tight as a spring,” he murmured. I knew he was close. I wasn't prepared for his breath to tickle on the shell of my ear. Hot pin pricks danced everywhere, every hair demanding it stand straight.
    Holy shit. He's like  a beacon of living sex. Trembling harder, I dug my nails into the tops of my thighs. His ministrations were amazing, which made it even scarier. Drezden knew how to touch me. He rubbed away the soreness from playing, all the while leaving a new tension in its place.
    Soon, my head hung low, body rocking gently with his motions. The pressure in my chest threatened to explode my lungs. Steel touched my shoulder blades; his chest as he leaned closer. That was too much on its own. When the firm, hot bulge of his erection bumped my lower back, I was done.
    Squeaking, I jumped off the bench. I thought he'd try to stop me, but he made no such effort. Breathing heavily, I stared at the singer with disbelief. The fervor in his eyes, the passion he'd been restraining while singing, was back. “What are you doing?” I hated how breathy and hoarse my voice sounded.
    “Massaging you,” he said softly. The way he shrugged pissed me off. He wasn't just massaging me, he knew that. I thought about what my brother had said to me that morning. Don't be afraid of Drezden Halifax. He's the kind of guy you should try to get closer to. He can take you places, tell you things, teach you things.
    A guy like him has a poet's heart. It's why he's so good at what he does.
    You should go ahead and try to steal some of that.
    Blushing furiously, I looked away. “You were doing more than that. Way more.”
    The bench moaned, abandoned by Drezden's weight. His long legs carried him to me in a blink. Impossibly, his scent filled my nostrils all