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I scrambled off his lap, cheeks burning with embarrassment now. I took a quick inventory of myself, making sure my hair was smoothed and my clothes wereunrumpled.

August adjusted himselfdiscreetly.

"Someday soon I'm going to get you alone,"hesaid.

I shivered at the husky words, full ofpromise.

"And then what?" I asked, aiming forplayful.

"And then I won't have to ask what you'refeeling."

Ice blue eyes burned into me, hot enough to meltglaciers.

"I'll have you screaming it forhours."

ChapterSixteen

"Noah,tell me why you decided to put a piano piece on your most recent album. It's an unusual choice for a heavy rock group likeyours."

Noah turned his dark eyes to the brunette interviewer sitting across from him. I angled the shot to get both of them in the frame. I expected Noah to give a short, curt answer. Maybe something close to,because I feltlikeit.

"The first time I played it through from start to finish, it soundedcomplete."

His low tones were barely audible, making the interviewer sit up and lean toward him, pushing the hand mic closertohim.

"I knew I didn't want to change a thing," he continued. "It was perfect the wayitwas."

The interviewer jotted something in her notebook, satisfied with hisanswer.

It was nearly midnight. The group of us arrived at our hotel, relieved to make our way to our presidential suite, only to be stopped by a journalist from a local paper. Usually interviews were held at the concert hall, but we were on a tight timeline for this leg ofthetour.

As exhausted as the guys were, you wouldn't have guessed. They plastered on friendly and polite faces the moment they realized she was a journalist, not a crazed fan breaking into theirsuite.

The interviewer finished her notes and turned her mic toward thetwins.

"As Darkest Days' famed twin guitarists, you used to be indistinguishable from one another. Fans have taken notice recently that you're not dressing alike, and have started asking to be called by your own individual names. Whyisthat?"

Damon and Ian shared aglance.

"We've been pretending to be each other for years,"Damonsaid.

"Even our own band mates couldn't tell us apart," Iancontinued.

"It's fun to fool people, but it gets old after awhile."

"We're getting past the age where pranks like thisarefun."

"It's time for us to be ourselves," they both said at thesametime.

The interviewer blinked at their synced words, nonplussed, before turning to the next bandmember.

"August, can I ask about the incident that happenedlastweek?"

"When I passed out in the middle of the concert,youmean?"

August reclined into the sofa, looking at ease. He didn't seem to mind thequestion.

"There are rumors about what might have happened," shecontinued.