Kelly – Eighteen months ago
Onstage, under lights, and the crowd is nothing but a hum in my head because Crash's kiss is searing—burning on my lips, down my throat, into my chest where it throbs and aches. And I want it. I need to be close to him.
But the same feelings that make it the most incredible kiss of my life—like feathers on every inch of my skin—crack open my ribs and reveal my heart. It hits me then.
My life has been changed and it will never be the same.
Despite the guitar between us, I cling to Crash as the music fades, stomach churning. The beast of a crowd pummels at us, but I can't think beyond this moment.
Then Crash's hand slides into my hair and I get a flash of last night, and those fingers . . . My stomach twist in response and I wrench myself away. I feel like I've been skinned.
