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control far more than I’d ever imagined. Maybe Emilio had his hands tied this entire time. Maybe he couldn’t contact me due to the risk of being discovered. So many things ran through my head that could’ve been or probably were. I didn’t care. He was here now, and I was more than relieved to touch my love, my heart, again.
    “I’m sorry…”
    I kissed him, all over—his lips, cheeks, neck, earlobes, all the places I could with my mouth to savor his taste and inhale his smell like an antidote to this everlasting depression and void I’d sunken into for the last few months without him. How could I survive his absence again? Would I if I had to? I didn’t want to know the answer to that, for then it would seem I’d have to ask if he was going to disappear again. Anything but that…please…
    “Where have you been?” I whispered into his ear, finally able to pull away enough to speak to him, though I was out of breath. He was still devastatingly handsome in ways I could never get used to, still strong and fit. His muscles were defined under the buttoned up crimson shirt he wore paired with a sleek pair of black slacks. His shoes were polished to the shine, face smooth and shaved recently. He didn’t appear to have worn our separation badly. I, on the other hand, had let it carve its insanity into my head, my thoughts, my life, until all I could do to live from one moment to the next was intoxicate myself into some kind of high to blur the details out.
    “I’ve been in Mexico, doing my brother’s bidding. You know that.” He stroked my hair with his strong fingers. Strong but soft and gentle, as if he’d been pampering them and no hard labor had touched those bones in years. Whatever he’d been up to, he was no worse for wear.
    “I know. But…you never tried to call me or message. Why?”
    My despair flooded my senses again as I peered at him expectantly, eyes shiny with tears. His calm demeanor made my insides suddenly jilt and boil as I realized he could’ve contacted me, somehow. If he’d really wanted to, he could’ve found a way, right? Even so, he’d found me now, beyond the reaches of his brother, down in the slums of this lonely hell I danced in, where no one knew my name but for the groupies that followed me from each venue, nameless faces, countless people who just wanted to hang out with me. Me. Liv Westing. Singer/Songwriter extraordinaire. Who wouldn’t? Who in their right mind wouldn’t want to party with a rock star?
    The moments lasted forever, and I pulled away, waiting for his answers to all my eternal questions which plagued me for months.
    “Why, Emilio?” I knew the answers. I knew why. I just wanted him to tell me the words himself.
    “Business is business, Liv. You know that more than anyone else could. I did what I had to do. I’m back in the states, and Jonas has finally laid off my back so I chose to contact you now rather than sooner. Isn’t that enough?” He tilted his head and watched me as I started to pace the room. “Would you rather I brought him into our lives? I had to stay away, no matter how much it pained me to.”
    I froze in my steps, wearing out the carpet underfoot. He had a point, I had to admit. But, man, that didn’t make the hurt of the last few months dull enough for me to feel completely appeased. I wished it would.
    “I know. I get it. It’s just been so long. It really was like living in a nightmare, even on stage, even with everything I’ve ever wanted out there, under the lights, the music bleeding from my fingers, the songs I’ve written performed before thousands...It means almost nothing without you.”
    He rushed toward me, pulling me into his arms. The lights flashed across his face in colors of neon purple, blue, and white. Even the strobes threw the room off balance and more into some psychedelic dance around us, like dancing in an ocean.
    “I know, Liv, my love. Forgive me…” He hushed me and gently stroked my hair again,