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“Are you guys ready to blow the roof off this house tonight?” Roman held his hand in the circle where the band members always congregated to reel in for a countdown.
“Let’s make the fans go crazy tonight!” Asher shouted as the rest of the group followed in unison.
Adrenaline pumped through Roman’s veins. He was electrically charged tonight, relishing the roar of the crowd from backstage, the shouts of joy as the fans waited for them to rush the stage in less than a minute. It was a powerful sensation that had become an addiction in his mind, something that he craved night after night when they performed.
“Hey!”
Roman spun around at the familiar female voice purring behind him.
“Hi.” He gave Chloe an earnest grin as she snaked her arms around his neck. She pulled him in for a sensual kiss that lingered on his lips. He was met with a tingling sensation that lingered even after the kiss had ended.
“Good luck tonight.” Her cheeks were rosy, flushed and her tone was breezy as if she had just finished running up a flight of stairs.
“Thank you,” he whispered in her ear, tucking a tendril of her silky, soft blonde hair behind her ear. “It’s going to be epic.”
“I know it will be,” Chloe smiled. “Because I’ll be watching from the front row.”
Roman snickered at her joke. “Yes,” he nodded conformingly. “You will be the fresh air in my lungs. You’ll be the sunshine radiating through my mind as I look into your ocean blue eyes tonight.”
Chloe gave him an awestruck gaze. Her jaw went slack. “Wow,” she finally managed to whisper. “You are incredible, reminiscent of a poet.”
Roman laughed. “I’m a songwriter baby!” He exclaimed. “Would you expect anything less from me?”
Chloe paused, leaving him in suspense as she pretended to ponder his assumption. “Yes,” she nodded with an edgy grin because she loved being coy with him. “You sure are a songwriter.”
She gave his ass an affectionate smack and flashed him a sultry wink. “Now, go knock em’ dead, soldier.”
He gave her one last hug before walking out onto the stage with his band brothers. Life was exceptional, and he never wanted to stop riding the wave. The natural high was too incredible to let go of. It had been too damn hard to achieve. Roman had worked his ass off to get where he was in life, and he would never let go of his dreams.
As soon as he was behind his drum set, he knew he was at home. Besides being wrapped up in Chloe’s arms and legs while they wrestled in the bed and sitting at his drum set was where Roman felt most comfortable. His drums were a part of his soul, engraved into his spirit.
As the lights above his head went out and the strobe lights flashed to the roaring crowd, Roman searched for Chloe. He finally found her. She was the one jumping up and down with the most exuberance. Her hands were held high above her head, the extension and perfect token of adoration and excitement.
He pounded his heart and soul into those drums, giving it his all. Exhilaration pulsed through his veins and shot out of his fingertips, giving his drumsticks a wild ride as they pounded against the surface of the drums.
The fact that Chloe was sweating in the crowd, dripping with sex appeal and ambition was enough to fuel Roman for the rest of the concert. He had everything he needed in life. His heart was full.
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THE SECOND TO LAST show was now under their belts. The endorphins were still blazing through Roman. He wouldn’t be ready for bed for hours. He had to climb down from this euphoric state, and it took time.
After Roman had showered and Chloe freshened up, they set out into the sizzling Parisian night.
“What do you want to do?” Roman cupped his hand over Chloe’s.
She glanced over at him and shrugged. “I’m game for adventure. The night is young. We are young.”
“The world is at our fingertips,” he grinned enthusiastically. They strolled along the city streets, wandering past the glass Louvre. Chloe persuaded Roman to take her picture in front of it. Then she made him take a selfie of them standing with the glass building behind them. They strolled past bistros, shops, and restaurants; all tucked away for the night. There was something exceptionally fantastic and slightly eerie about roaming the streets of Paris at night when the whole entire city was asleep.
The air buzzed with magic as he followed Chloe, eagerly trotting along as she played the part of the toting tourist. She didn’t seem to mind that everything was closed. She was blessed with an adventurous spirit just like he was. They were a perfect match, and he counted himself lucky to have her as his soul mate and best friend.
They took a romantic stroll down the Seine River, staring across the city and the magnificent twinkling of lights surrounding them.
“It’s so dreamy,” Chloe chirped. “Can you believe this is our life?”
“Do you feel like you need to pinch yourself?” Roman chuckled, playfully teasing her as he stroked the small of her back.
“No!” Chloe protested. “I will never want to do that. If it is just a dream, I never want to wake up.”
“I assure you,” Roman cradled her head in his hands. “It’s real.” He gave her a tantric stare, blazing through her vivid and intoxicatingly blue eyes. She was so beautiful; he could hardly breathe.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
Chloe gave him a sensual look. “I love you too,” she agreed breathlessly.
He leaned in to press his lips to her, loving the feminine way she smelled, like clean linens. Her lips were perfectly juicy and delicious, making his manhood tingle between his legs. He couldn’t wait to get her back to the hotel room, so he could make desperate, hungry love to her.
“Are you ready to head back?” Roman glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late.”
Chloe only looked slightly disappointed. “Can we do this again tomorrow?” She questioned, a hopeful tone dripping from her voice.
Roman smiled. As long as he was with her, he didn’t care what they did. As long as she was by his side, he was going to be in an elated state of mind no matter what.
“Absolutely baby. Your wishes are my command.” He wanted to spoil her and give her everything that he felt she deserved, the world on a platter, out for grabs.
Roman knew that Chloe would never forget her roots. She was simple. She loved fashion, but in a fun and eccentric way, not because she was out there trying to impress everyone. She was down to earth, keeping him grounded. They were the perfect blend to complement each other as they strolled leisurely back to the hotel. Time was on their side tonight and every night.