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.And if you care now, like you say you do, then why would you do that?”I study his face, waiting for some kind of explanation.For him to give me something.Some kind of hope.Anything to take this feeling away.He shakes his head, his face paling more and more with each passing second.“Tell me,” I plead.Was that what he was trying to do? Was he trying to die that night? I think I’m going to throw up.“Tell me,” I say louder.“I don’t know what to say.”“The truth.” My voice quivers over the two small words.“Did you care the night you let those guys hurt you?”“Yes.” He twists his fingers into his hair, his eyes flicking over my face.“I cared, but I couldn’t take all the shit that was running through my head.There was just too much.I wanted to feel less…or different.I don’t know.Once they started on me, everything else faded, and… I honestly don’t know.It was stupid, but I learned my lesson.I’ve paid for it, believe me.”The door opens again and Park closes his eyes, his jaw tight.“Dude, they’re getting impatient,” Lewis calls.“You need to get in here.”I reach out and take Park’s hand.His eyes open, peering down at our interlocked fingers and I tug lightly.“Come on.Your fans are getting rowdy.” I offer him a smile and he finally moves toward the door with me.Just before I’m about to step inside, he twists us away, pressing me into the wall, and kisses me.His lips on mine, his taste on my tongue, it eases the anxiety of the past few minutes.I melt into him, holding on to this moment.He pulls back and draws his thumb across my lip.“I don’t love you,” I breathe.His head tips to the side.One side of his mouth twitches up into a smirk and he cocks a brow.His thumb trails down until he’s caressing my neck.“I don’t love you either,” he says softly.“Not at all.”“Dude, seriously,” Lewis announces, the frustration evident in his voice.“Crazy, horny females getting out of control in here.Let’s go, dickhead.”“You better go.” I give him a little shove and he grabs my hand.“Are you going to be with Jessie?”I nod.“And Bree.If I can find them.”“They should be up front.” He pauses and grins.“I’ll see you after the show.”“Okay,” I agree.“Good luck, break a leg, and all that.”His smile widens.He leans into me, his breath warm on my skin.“Just so you know—I lied,” he states.And then he saunters off, leaving me to watch as he hops up on the stage and grabs the mic from the stand.What did he lie about? The same thing I lied about? I bite down on my lip and turn to find Bree.I take two steps and slam into a hard chest.I bounce back, nearly falling.Large hands reach out gripping my arms.“I’m so sorry,” I say, embarrassed.“Thanks for the save.” I tip my head back to see who I nearly trampled and my heart jumps into my throat.“Hi Lulu.You look good.”“Jared.” I yank my arms from his grasp, crossing them over my chest.“How’ve you been?” he asks.He moves closer as if to hear me better over the crowd, but I don’t want him that close.I step back.“Great.You?”“I’ve missed you.”He missed me.Right.I narrow my eyes, taking in his long, sandy colored hair that I used to think was so sexy, and his hazel eyes that used to captivate me.And I feel nothing.Absolutely nothing for this man.He’s just a stranger now.And I wonder how I ever cried over him.I smile at him sweetly like he’s one of my difficult customers.“I can’t say the same.Enjoy the show.I’ll tell Jessie you said hi.”He rubs his lips together, his fingers working through his mane of hair.“Jessie’s here?”I nod as I glance around.“Mm-hm.Somewhere.”“He still pissed at me?”“I couldn’t say.” I’m done with this conversation.I just want to find my friends and watch my boyfriend sing.I look over my shoulder, wondering why they haven’t started yet and meet Park’s eyes.His brows lift in question and I shake my head.“You know that guy?” Jared asks, drawing my attention back to him.“He’s my boyfriend.” I sidestep him and he turns with me, cutting me off.“You’re joking, right?”I finally spot the top of Bree’s head, bouncing up and down.I can picture her springing back and forth from her toes to her heels like she does when she gets impatient.“What?” I say, distracted.“You’re not really with Park Reed, are you?”I put my hands out at my sides, palms up
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