Trinity (Moonstone Book 1)
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Blinking at him, a bubble of hope swelled in my chest.
“I’m so sorry for what happened, for not telling you when I first found out, for not stopping that horrible scene at the wedding…”
“That wasn’t your fault,” I frowned at the memory, “that was my mother’s fault.”
“If I had told you though…”
“Trin?” Molly stuck her head around the corner. “I’m sorry to interrupt but I don’t think we can stall any longer.”
I nodded, indicating that I was coming and she disappeared again. “I have to go on now. Are you staying for the show?” I hoped he was. I’d missed seeing him at the bar whilst I performed on stage.
He smiled. “Yes.”
And then before I knew it he reached out a hand and touched my face, tracing my jaw before he lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine. Immediately my arms wrapped around his back, pulling him closer to me as I returned his kiss. I had no idea what I was doing, I knew that this would probably a very bad idea, but it was Luke and kissing him just felt right.
“I love you, Trinity,” he murmured against my lips as we pulled apart. “I never stopped. You are all I think about.”
My pulse quickened at his words. “I love you too.”
He smiled, “Do you think… I mean I know you are a huge rock star and all now with a dazzling future ahead of you, but do you think that maybe…”
“Maybe?” I whispered. From beyond him I could hear the audience calling my name. Over and over they chanted. Trin-it-y. Trin-it-y.
“Maybe we could find a way forward from here,” he said, “maybe we could start again.”
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, breathing his words and his scent deep into my soul. My skin prickled from where he touched and my pulse beat a rapid pace, trying to keep up with the emotions running through every fiber of my being.
Opening my eyes I stared into his and smiled up at him. “I think I’d like that. I think I’d like that a lot.”
He smiled and pressed his mouth to me one last time as the roaring from the audience in the bar grew louder.
“They’re calling your name,” he murmured, “you should go.”
I nodded and moved past him, our hands the last thing to part as I stepped out on to the stage and to the audience waiting for me and calling my name.
The End
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