“Come on, Cay,” Damien crooned into the microphone.
Somehow, I found myself at the front of the stage, and Damien reached down to pull me up. He kept his hand on me, wrapping his arm around my waist as I took my place next to him.
This was the one place I’d wanted to be more than anywhere else.
On stage signing my songs…
And by Damien’s side.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Damien
Iwas a fucking idiot.
Why did I wait this long to try to make things right?
I would never let her go, never again. She fit against me like her body was made for me.
I’d find a way to make her forgive me for shutting her out.There was nothing I wouldn’t do to bring us back together.
“Now, this song was not originally a duet.” I looked at Cadence out of the corner of my eye, my cheeks aching from the stupid grin on my face. “But with the help of a good friend of mine, I stole the song and gave it my own little tweak for tonight’s performance.”
I peered out into the crowd and met Jade’s gaze with a wink.
“Are you insane? I can’t do this. I can’t sing with you.” Cadence’s grip tightened on my hip, her body tense with fear.
I moved, putting my hands on her shoulders and angling her so we were face to face. “Close your eyes and focus on me. Pretend it’s just you and me in our hotel room back in LA. Trust me, Cay. I’ve got you.”
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “I’ve dreamed of this my whole life.”
“I know.”
“Thank you.”
I kissed her forehead and nodded to the guys to signal the start of the song. When the melody began, I worried. Was I putting too much pressure on her?
Maybe I should have waited and practiced with her.
Perhaps this wasn’t such a brilliant idea.
But as the first note left her lips, the air in my lungs evaporated. Her voice was sultry and sexy, and if I thought she was a talented singer back in LA, she was exceptional now.
Jade had told me Cadence had been taking guitar lessons and singing more and more, but I wasn’t expecting this.
Cadence:
“In the wind I hear your voice,
Haunting me each day.”
Damien:
“While everyone I know is happy and free,
shadows of your ghost are all I can see.”
I closed the gap between us, leaving only enough room for our microphones. As we sang, I let my free hand travel along her arm, shoulder, and neck.
