Rock Me: A Rockstar Romance (Rock Chamber Boys Book 4)
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“And I should’ve known you…yourself.”
She shakes her head. “Shhhh, it’s over. We’re good.”
“Promise?”
She nods.
I sink into the couch and pull her into my lap, she hooks her arms around my neck and kisses me, deep and long.
When she finally pulls away, I sigh, completely content.
“So, um, I know I gave you the jacket back, but actually, it is mine You gave it to me as a birthday present, remember?”
“Yeah, but you broke up with me.” I say, patting the sleeve of my jacket, affectionately.
“Technically, you broke up with me first, and since you didn’t ask for it back then, it’s mine. Hand it over, buster.”
I laugh and pull it off and drape it around her shoulders. She sighs happily. And I know in that moment, I’m probably never going to win another argument again.
“So, you remember about the cake confession do you?”
“Yes! I remember that you are a dirty cake thief.” She shakes her finger at me.
“Just so you know, I admitted it to Anca, recently,” I say proudly.
“Oh?”
“Well, okay, she made me admit it. She already knew, of course,” I laugh.
“And she loves you anyway?”
“Eh, what can I say, I’m irresistible to women,” I shrugs.
“Especially fucking crazy ass loony ones?” She pokes me hard in the chest.
“Those ones just can’t get enough of me.”
“Oh, shut up and kiss me again.”
And who am I to refuse?
“So, what do you want to do, now that you’re finally here in Paris?”
“Oh, I think you know what.”
“The Eiffel Tower? There aren’t dancing fountains here you know!”
She pouts a little, but then grins. “I’m sure you’ll think of something to make up for it.” She jumps up and grabs my hand pulling me to my feet.
“You know what, Emmie? I think I have just the thing.”
I reach into my pants pocket, and feel the ring box that I’ve carried with me, since the day I went to see her in Maine and smile.
The End
Suggested Listening List (inspired by Rock Me)
Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien – Edith Piaf
Rainbow Connection – Kermit The Frog
The Flight Of The Bumblebee – Rimsky Korsakov
Black Betty – Ram Jam
Les Feuilles Mortes (Autumn Leaves) – Jacques Brel
Ne Me Quittes Pas – Jacques Brel
Celine Dion - Recovering
Hurt – Johnny Cash
About the Author
The first thing you should know about the author is, she hates writing these “About the Author” things.
But if you should run into her in a café in her hometown of Adelaide, Australia, then, for the price of a free smile, she’ll tell you details you never needed to hear about another person.
Her husband can vouch for this. It’s how they met. Kinda. But you’ll hear about that when you run into her in a café in Adelaide.
She hopes you liked her book though. Like, really. It’s pretty much all she’s ever wanted to do. Write a book that you’d want to read.
Thanks for helping to fulfil that dream by reading this book.
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[R1]What is a flick fringe?
[R2]It’s not a term I’ve ever heard of outside of Lit – not sure if you want the connection.
[R3]Did ypu mean this to say thaink, or think?
[R4]Provided Chapter Twelve gets written and inserted above
[R5]I don’t understand what you are trying to say here.
[R6]Not sure exactly what you are trying to suggest – probably should be reflecting rather than refracting if you are going for halo.