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A second later, Revel comes up behind me.

Close enough that I can feel the heat of him at my back, but he doesn’t touch me.

Which somehow makes me notice him more.

“This view is pretty fucking sick,” he says, looking past me toward the city.

“Yeah.”

“Have you ever played a show in Miami before?”

“Once, just some tiny club. But nothing even close to this.”

He follows my gaze toward the festival grounds. “Ah, well this is a whole different league then, huh.”

I turn my head enough to give him a look. “Yep.”

His mouth curves. “You nervous?”

“Nope, not at all. I always stare dramatically out of hotel windows while dissociating.”

He laughs softly. “You have no reason to be nervous, but I get it.”

“Right.”

“Nah, seriously.” His tone shifts just enough that I look at him. “You’re gonna kill it. You always do.”

I arch a brow. “You haven’t even heard the whole set yet.”

“So?”

“So your confidence in me is based on what, vibes?”

“Vibes. Talent. And the fact that I’ve watched you work, Mama.” His eyes stay on mine, that little grin still there even though his voice softens. “You redo shit that already sounds good because you know you can make it better. You catch things nobody else would even notice, and you care way too fucking much to walk onto that stage unprepared.”

My fingers are still against the glass.

He shrugs like what he’s saying should be obvious. “So yeah. I’ve got all the confidence in you. You’re gonna go up there and absolutely fucking kill it.”

That does something stupid to my chest.

Because apparently flirting with me until I want to bite him isn’t enough. Now he has to be observant and supportive too.

Rude.

I look back toward the city before he can catch whatever the fuck just happened to my face. “You realize you almost sounded sweet just then.”

“Almost?” His mouth pulls to one side. “Damn, Mama. Thought I nailed it.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself.”

He shifts a little closer until his shoulder brushes mine. “So you like when I’m sweet too, huh?”

“I like when you stop talking long enough for me to enjoy the view.”

“Liar.”

I glance up at him, fighting a smile. “Maybe a little.”