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"I'm still wet and sticky from our last go. Give me some time to recover."

Noah almost pouted. It was adorable.

I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the office with glee.

"Come on, Noah Fucking Hart, show me around backstage like the famous rock star you are."

Chapter Twenty-Four

As it turned out, the others had been looking for us while Noah used me to sate his exhibitionist streak.

"Should we even ask where you went off to?" one of the twins said with a wicked grin. "Or do we not want to know?"

"No, no, let me guess. It's more fun that way." Cameron got in between us and threw his arms around both our shoulders. Noah tried to shrug him off but the bassist clung to him with a tight grip.

"Let me see." Cameron eyed me up and down. "You're looking pretty disheveled with your hair all messed up like that. And you're flushed as hell." Cameron nodded to himself. "I'm gonna go with Noah eating you out." He turned to the others with a knowing smirk. "He's a gentleman like that. Likes to take care of his lady."

The flush on my face burned even hotter.

"Would you shove off," Noah grumbled.

"Well, she certainly didn't give you a blowjob, otherwise you wouldn't be this cranky." Cameron laughed in his face and danced away as Noah threw a punch at him.

"We're taking off now," August interrupted. "After party at some club. Limo's waiting."

The rest of the band followed August like little ducklings. I trailed behind, trying to force down my blush. It was mortifying to know the rest of the band was speculating on my and Noah's sex life.

Did they know about Noah'sfuck girls-write songsprocess? Did they think I was using my body to get ahead in my career?

Technically I was working for Noah. It was like I was sleeping with my boss. But none of them seemed to be judging me for it. Maybe sleeping with Noah wasn't as big a deal as I thought it was.

A small part of me also couldn't help being giddy that Noah hadn't denied it. At the very least, he didn't mind the guys knowing we were sleeping together. That was progress. Maybe we really were in an honest-to-god relationship and not just two colleagues having sex.

When we arrived at the club Cameron exchanged words with the bouncer who nodded at a private entrance at the side of the building. We climbed a set of stairs and found ourselves on the second floor of the club in a large, frosted glass-walled lounge overlooking the dance floor. We could see out, but no one could see in. The room even had its own private bar and bartender.

Natalie and Ivy were already there with their boyfriends, the rest of the members of Feral Silence and a handful of other people I didn't know. I was used to Morris and Ren, but the two other members of their band still made my heart flutter like a teenaged girl. I wasn't as big of a fangirl as Natalie, but I couldn't deny that being in the presence of rock stars was still exciting and nerve-wracking.

Jayce Evans, guitar god with the face and body of a male model, had his arm around a pretty girl's waist. The lead singer Kell Pierce had a manic grin on his face as he snuck up behind a second girl, making her shriek in surprise as he grabbed her and swung her around. A gorgeous young woman with dark, cherry red hair in a leather pleated skirt and combat boots laughed at them while a tall man with crystal blue eyes handed her a drink.

There were a few more people lounging in chairs with drinks in their hand, but by that point I was already overwhelmed.

"Great," Noah murmured with a snort. "The cavalry's here."

"Do you know all these people?" I asked.

"Unfortunately." Noah scanned the room. "Let's sit over here."

Noah situated us at a tall table with bar stool chairs in the corner of the large room, away from the others.

"Why did you sit us so far away from everyone? Are you worried I'm going to fangirl over Feral Silence and leave you sitting alone?" I teased. "You know you're my favorite."

Noah gave me a oddly penetrating look. "Why?"

"What do you mean, why?"

"You always say I'm your favorite. And that my lyrics helped you. But you never really talked about why. Was it just because they were sad?"

His words sent a small jolt of pain radiating through me as memories surfaced. Sitting in my room, curtains drawn, clutching that envelope and listening to his album on repeat as I cried myself to sleep.