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what chords and notes to hit. I
didn’t know if I did it right, but I made it my own. When I went
back into the simple chorus chords again, I was at ease.
    We went through some of the other songs we
were going to do perform during our set, but had to narrow it down
since most nights we’d only have an hour, maybe hour fifteen
minutes at the most, according to Cale.
    A couple of hours later, everyone was
dripping sweat and Cale called it a night. Victor, Luke and Raptor
packed up their equipment and said goodbye to Cale and I.
 There we were, alone. My shirt was clinging to my body from
the heat, and I had the strange urge to go jump into the river to
cool off. Or maybe it was the fact I was in this big empty
warehouse with a gorgeous guy I’d only known for a little over a
week, and had a feeling that he was going to kiss me, or vice
versa.
    “So do you always end up this sweaty after a
show?” I asked him curiously.
    “Most of the time. That’s why sometimes we
park the bus and stay at a hotel. Nicer showers than the small one
on the bus. Plus you have 5 people fighting over one bathroom, gets
kind of fucked up and bloody…I’m kidding about the bloody part,” he
joked, and stayed silent for a minute. “But let’s work on the
harmonies, shall we?”
    He borrowed my acoustic and sat it on his
lap as he played the opener to ‘Time.’ “Just sing a single octave
higher than me that should sound okay.” He instructed and I nodded
as he started singing soft and light. I took a deep breath and
opened my mouth. ”All we need is time, and I can show you how
amazing we’d be together. Just tell me you will give us another
try, and it’ll be different this time.” My voice fit perfectly with
his, in tune and in perfect harmony. He had an incredible singing
voice; it was no wonder Everlasting was so popular.
    It sounds completely silly, but when we sang
together, it was like electricity. We fit like a glove. Peanut
butter and jelly, so to speak.
    “That was…wow,” he said, out of breath. I
smoothed my shorts down so they would show less leg, and Cale
must’ve caught me doing that, because then he was staring at me,
all the way from my toes to my dark green eyes.
    “You’ve never sang with another girl
before?” I questioned him, and he helped me up, so we were standing
just centimeters from each other now. He smelled good. Way too good
for me to even be thinking things like that.
    His fingers brushed my leg slightly as he
set the guitar against his amp he had to pack up. “Nope. Well I
guess if you count my mom when we sang Christmas music every year.”
His hand reached for a piece of my loose hair and tucked it behind
my ear. “I can’t even begin to describe you. That voice, I mean I
think I’m losing my mind. Your smoking hot, young, talented, the
whole package. I shouldn’t say it, but I’ve never been one to hold
back.”
    This was it. I knew he was going to make a
move. Did I want him to? Was it going to make things awkward for us
on tour? I was about to find out. I studied his every move as he
lowered his face and met mine, lips not together, but close enough
to where he could kiss me. Then he did. It was soft and slow at
first, but in a matter of seconds, it was like we were hungry for
each other. His hands were at the curve of my butt and my arms
linked around his neck, longing for more. This was perfect. But so
wrong. Cale’s tongue slipped into my mouth and I took it, lightly
sucking. A light bulb went off in my head though, and my gut was
telling me I shouldn’t be doing that.
    I pulled away. The “what the hell” look on
his face said enough, as I thought of a way to explain my
abruptness.
    “That was a mistake.” I lied. “We shouldn’t
have done that.”
    Cale cocked his head to the side and his
eyes bore through me, almost knowing I was lying. “What? Band mates
can’t kiss each other?” He asked, as if what just happened wasn’t a
big deal.
    I took a couple of steps