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We were home for a few nights, Cillian getting a small break before he went off to London for a further six week worth of shows. The show was such a success more and more shows were being added around the UK.

 Cillian’s dilemma had ended. He knew what he was doing now. The night before the first show, he panicked that he had chosen wrong. He believed he should have pursued his career as a musician. But now, now it is obvious he had made the right choice. He came alive on stage. He was magical to watch; inspirational. 

But now it was my turn to make a decision. 

I was already on break from university, taking a gap year to follow Cillian around for the Disco Pig tour. Our connection was so strong, I felt like I wasn’t ready to say goodbye, not yet at least. 

The phone call I ignored that day I agreed to follow Cillian on tour was from The Riverdance Association. They had called back a few days later offering me a place. I had finally achieved my dream, but it couldn’t have come at a worse time.  

“Tell me why this has to end,” I whispered breaking the silence that had fallen between us.

“Because you will regret not following your dreams Brie,” Cillian sighed, eyes focused on the sea.

Swallowing back a large gulp, I closed my eyes knowing he was right. I had been fighting for a spot in Riverdance for years. I knew in my heart and in my head why it had to end, I just didn’t want it to.

“Is there nothing we can do? Can’t we save us?” I questioned, “I feel like I am losing everything.”

“You're not losing everything. You are gaining it.”

“We built everything up just to pull it all down.” I scoffed feeling angry but not at him, just the situation. 

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t” I held a hand up knowing this was nothing to do with him. He was the only one thinking logically between us. “Please don’t. I know we have to, I just don’t want to.”

“Me neither.” Cillian sucked in a deep breath, tears filling his waterlines.

“What is it you used to say, we are young. We have our whole life ahead of us. We shouldn’t tie ourselves down with responsibilities.”

“You were one responsibility I’d happily have tie me down.” He forced out a laugh, knowing I was trying to lighten the mood. “And I would do it all over again.”

“So would I,” I whispered turning to face him.

He was standing in front of me now. Sadness took over his beautiful blue eyes, the tears making them appear an even brighter shade of blue. Reaching a hand up, he cupped the side of my face – thumb gently swiping across my cheekbone.

“I love you, Brianna Murray.”

“I love you, Cillian Murphy.”

*****

Panting heavily, I stared into his blue eyes as I came down from the intense pleasure he had given me through his fingers. Reaching up, I brushed the longer strands of his hair from his forehead.

Cillian leaned down placing his soft lips to mine. The kiss was slow and sensual, exactly what was needed at this moment.

Without any words, Cillian slowly slipped inside of me. His cock inching inside of me, painfully slow until he was seated fully inside. A satisfied sigh left both our lips, unmoving as he stared deep into my soul. A gaze I was sure would be an imprint if we were capable of such a thing.

Thrusting up, knocking into his hips, eye contact never breaking as he started to move. Painfully slow. Inhaling softly through my nose, I leaned up pressing a tender kiss to his lips as our hips began to move as one. 

The speed increasing slowly, but still slow enough as to not lose ourselves in the moment.

Feeling a tear prick in the corner of my eye, I quickly reached up to brush it aside, hoping he didn’t notice of course he did. Leaning down, he pressed soft light kisses on either side of my eyes, moving into my nose and down towards my lips, recapturing them in a passionate kiss.

Pulling back, he rolled onto his back, his hands gripping my hips as he fell, pulling me with him. We only lost a moment of contact, lining myself back up with him. I slipped down, eyes rolling towards the back of my head at the stretch.

“Absolutely stunning.” Cillian breathed out, eyes holding mine. His fingers gripped my hips tightly, sure to leave reminders.

Placing my hands on his chest, I used him to keep my balance as my hips lifted up and down, creating my rhythm which Cillian was only too happy to follow. His mouth opened slightly as he watched the sight in front of him.

Feeling I was close, his grip on my hips tightened, hips thrusting up to match my stuttering movements with ease. My eyes began to flutter closed, the feeling of pleasure becoming too much for me.

“Hey, no. Open those eyes. I want to see you come apart for me.” Cillian instructed giving my right side a sharp pinch.

Forcing my eyes open, I stared down at him. The cocky smirk I had spent the last few months falling in love with returning.

“Always a good girl for me eh?” He asked, not expecting an answer.

My mouth hung open as his cock hit that sweet spot over and over again. It was a hard fight to keep my eyes open, the feeling becoming almost too much when I finally exploded.

A white heat exploded behind my eyes, my fingers digging into his pecs, nails raking down his skin as a silent scream fell from my lips. Something about me losing myself, excited Cillian. I could see it in his eyes.

Something animalistic took over him. Allowing me to come down from my high, he flipped me onto my back – pulling my legs over his shoulders, he re-entered me, pumping deeper than he had before chasing after his high.

I was thankful my father was out with his friends this evening as I was unable to keep my screams and moans to myself. Cillian was hitting places I didn’t know existed inside of me, I felt myself losing continue of my inhibitions as he pounded into me.

“Ohhh shit. Cillian stop am gonna, am gonna…” I could finish my sentence when the burning white hot sensation attacked my system.

I couldn’t help but squeeze my eyes shut as his relentless pounding continued, unable to control myself, I felt myself explode all over him. Wetness soaking my legs and down towards my ass.

“Fucking hell,” Cillian grunted, his movements stopping as he thrust one last time, deep inside me. His hips almost stuttered as his cum painted my inner walls, thankfully I was on the pill.

Slowly coming down from his high, he rested his sweaty forehead on mine. His eyes were closed to the pleasure he had just experienced.

Rolling over onto his back, I followed after him nuzzling into the side of his neck. I placed soft, wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jugular vein. Cillian’s chuckles broke my concentration.

“I finally got you squirting on my cock Brie.” He grinned, reaching down to his crotch to feel the sticky wetness I had exploded on him. Hiding my embarrassment in his shoulder, I groaned loudly not wanting to see the mess I had created.

*****

The following morning I couldn’t stop the tears from falling. My father had driven Aoife, Cillian and myself to the airport. Billy and Marion followed behind in their car.

I would be away for six months touring the North of the USA. The tour itself didn’t start right away, but we had to make time for rehearsals, especially for the newcomers like me.

“Would it be selfish of me to ask you to wait for me?” He asked voicing the thoughts that were running through his head. The two of us were next to the gate. The time going by so fast.

“It would be unfair of me to ask that of you,” I whispered, swallowing back a painful lump.

“You're not asking. I’m asking, say the word and I will be right back here in six months.”

“I can’t, it wouldn’t be fair. You know that.”

“I really can’t save us this time can I?” He chuckled without the humour.

“Fuck.”

“Miss, we have to close the gate now.” A kind woman who allowed me an extra few minutes to say goodbye smiled.

“Thank you.” I nodded, feeling the overwhelming feeling of sadness return.

My heart felt like it was about to explode in pain.

“Stay in touch, please.” I pleaded, clutching onto Cillian’s shirt, the hoodie he was wearing when we arrived now wrapped around my shoulders.

“Always.” He nodded, tears falling freely now from his eyes.

“Ma’am.”

“I know, I know.” I nodded moving away from Cillian. Looking over at my father and friends, they all smiled nodding their heads encouragingly.

“Go live your dream Brie. You worked so hard for this.” Aoife shouted, her arms wrapped tightly around Marion who was a crying mess next to her.

“We are so proud of you.” My father smiled walking up behind Cillian and placing a supportive hand on his shoulder.

“We will look after blue eyes.” Billy grinned, and a soft chuckle fell from Cillian’s lips at the nickname. “Go be a star.”

“I love you all,” I called taking a few steps back towards the airline worker. “I love you all” I repeated, nodding my head towards the woman as a thank you for her patience.

Turning my back on my friends, I walked towards the gate, swallowing back my reservations when I heard Cillian’s voice call me. I barely had the chance to turn around when his hands cupped my face, pushing his lips to mine one more time, claiming me as his own one last time.

It was the perfect goodbye.

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“We don’t even like rock music Brie, why are we going to see a rock band instead of going to the club with Billy and Marion?” Aoife asked from her spot on my bed, her blusher brush pointed towards me.

I had invited Aoife around to get ready at my house before telling her that we weren’t actually going to the club, instead we were going to the Taphouse bar to see a band. Keeping it as vague as possible.

“Because I want to see this band Eef.” I huffed, ready to throw my entire wardrobe in the trash. My hand came up to my forehead pushing the hair back while wiping away the thin layer of sweat. “Try something new. I’m going to law school, it’s time to expand my interests.”

“Fair. But why are you struggling to find something to wear?” She asked, a sly smirk growing on her face as she flopped herself down on the bed, placing her hands under her chin as she lay on her stomach. “Does this have anything to do with a certain blue eyed stranger by any chance?”

“Wha?” I asked avoiding eye contact with her, sticking my face in the remaining clothes hanging in my wardrobe. “No, no…no, well maybe.”

“AHHHH spill.” Aoife squealed, kicking her legs frantically in the air. Her hands slapping softly off the duvet in excitement.

“He came up to me at the bar last week.” I blushed biting my lip at the fond memory that had been plaguing my dreams. “We talked, flirted I think, then he asked me to come see his show.”

“AHHHH I love it, I love it. I have to call Billy, this is more important than the club.” She squealed so loud that only dogs would be able to hear her.

“Noooo.” I whined turning around to face her, rushing forward to take her phone from her hands. “It will be less awkward if there was only one of you.”

“Rude” She scoffed, pushing herself up of the off the bed so that she was sitting back on her knees, hands resting on her lap, a hurt look crossing her face. 

“I didn’t mean it like that. Look Eef, I’m nervous. Really freaking nervous, please don’t make it worse.” I pleaded, tossing her phone back onto the bed, turning back around to face the mess I had made. “Help, meee.”

“Okay, okay move” Aoife instructed standing to her feet and pushing me aside gently with a soft smile on her face. “I’ll fix this.” 

******

After my breakdown, Aoife had sorted an cute outfit for me, a tight red mini skirt that covered my ass and upper thigh pairing the outfit with a matching red spaghetti strap top which show just a little belly. Sexy but passable enough to be believed I wasn’t trying too hard.

The band themselves were amazing. Their style wasn’t just rock like I had predicted. It was a blend of genres hip hop, rock even a bit of funk. it was different, but I actually liked it. 

Watching the band was unreal each member seemed to love what they were playing but Cillian. Cillian was totally immersed in the songs, to a point where he was losing himself to his music. A true artist in my eyes. 

Catching Cillian’s eye towards the end of his set, he dedicated their last song to the ‘beautiful girl he met at a club last weekend’.

Blushing I bit my lip as he threw a wink in my direction while Aoife decided to scream the loudest I had ever heard her scream, hitting me in the side with her elbow constantly. 

“Pffpt, did he get hotter over the week?” Aoife almost moaned in my ear when the set finished. She was gripping onto my upper arm, squeezing it tighter as I watched the band tidy away their instruments. 

Nibbling on the end of my thumb I nodded my head, allowing her to pull me over to the bar. We ordered a few bottles of beer for the boys before finding a table in the middle of the bar, hoping that they would us through the crowd that had began to form. 

“You must be Brianna, Cillian hasn’t stopped talking about a brunette bombshell he met at some club the other night.” A male voice suddenly spoke in my ear.

Turning to face the mysterious voice I noticed the other guitarist of the band. He looked similar to Cillian only much younger. His blue eyes also did nothing for me but he was definitely related. 

“I’m Paidi, Cillian’s younger brother and rhythmic guitar of the band.” He introduced himself, thrusting his hand towards me. Accepting it I shook his hand asking the man his age if he didn’t mind, he just seemed incredibly young to be at a bar. “Between you and me, I’m 14. I’m supposed to be heading home but just wanted to meet you first.”

“Oh my god you are so young.” I gasped, wide eyed.

“Age mean’s nothing when you got the skills.” He spoke confidently, puffing out his chest to appear larger.

“The only skill you have is putting a woman to sleep now bore off before ma comes in ‘ere looking for ye.” Cillian’s strong Irish brogue spoke, my thighs involuntary clenching together at the smoothness of his voice. 

Looking over my shoulder, he was much closer than I anticipated, standing right behind me, a Guinness in his hand. Creating some distance, I ushered Aoife with my hand, taking the seat next to her to let the brothers talk. 

“Come on Cill…”

“Come on nothing, get.” The older brother sounded off. With a loud huff of frustration, Paidi bid his farewells stomping off through the crowd just as the other band members made their way to the table.

“All these beers and they drink Guinness, you could of said!” Aoife scolded, slapping my now bare thigh. The mini skirt I was wearing had ridden up as soon as I had sat down. 

“How was I supposed to know?” I defended swatting her hand away, so I could try and pull the skirt down. Feeling a hot gaze, I looked over at Cillian who’s eyes were set on my exposed skin, an sinful look twinkling in his eyes. 

“You spoke to him.” Aoife countered back scooting over on the chair, waving me to follow creating room for Cillian to slide in next to me. Not having to be asked, he slipped in, thigh brushing against mine as his arm went along the back of the booth behind me.

“So you talked about me?” Cillian smirked, grabbing my attention. He had placed his pint on the table, moving around so his full attention was on me as the other two band members, conversed with Aoife.

“Well you spoke about me”

“Ahhh but I’m not in a relationship.” The cheeky smile returned to his face, his eyes lighting up at the thought of being on my mind.

“Well no, I guess not.” I defended weakly, scooting away from him, only to have him follow. 

“You look fucking stunning by the way. Couldn’t keep my eyes off of you.” Cillian complimented, leaning in close to my ear. His lips barely touching against the outer shell as he spoke. 

Revealing in the warm tingling feeling of having him so close. My eyes fluttered shut, my head tilted to the side, exposing my neck. My thighs squeezed together to satisfy the dull ache that was building while my bottom lip fell behind my teeth to stop myself from moaning. 

“Thank you” I breathed turning to face him, gasping slightly at the closeness. All I could see was his eyes. His beautiful bright blue eyes with the small specks of gold and green. 

“BRIANNA” I heard the voice of the last person I was expecting to see, he never came out with me, ever. 

Jumping away from Cillian, I almost ended up in Aoife’s lap, panic coursing through my veins as I stared at Andrew. I could only imagine the thoughts going through his head at what he just witnessed, but nothing happened. 

“What are you doing here?” I asked, my ass sliding across Cillian’s chest as I tried to move past him, something he did not help with, in fact the smirk on his face told me he rather enjoyed it. 

“Billy told me you were here, who the fuck are they?” He asked once I reached him, his head gesturing towards the boys from the band. 

Glaring at Aoife for telling Billy, I collected my thoughts before answering. Andrew was already pissed off with what he had seen, I did not want to say the wrong thing and make things worse. 

“They are friends, their band was playing tonight and we came to support them. Nothing happened, we are just friends.”

“Right.” He scoffed, glaring towards Cillian who was sitting back in his seat, long arm stretched out so his hand could clasp around the base of his pint, a cocky pout on his lips as he listened to the conversation. 

“Can you stop?” I asked Andrew, rolling my eyes at his behaviour towards Cillian. 

In our two years together I had never seen him act like this. I have never given him a reason not to trust me, yet here he was acting as though he had walked in on me sitting on Cillian’s lap sucking his face.

“Come on man, take a seat there is plenty of room. Enjoy the night.” Cillian spoke up, with a smirk as he offered Andrew the seat opposite him and next to the bass player Casey. 

I could sense the tension building in Andrew, he was absolutely seething under the surface, with a clenched jaw he glared towards Cillian, throwing him a tight smile before shaking his head.

“Nah man, can’t. Some of us have actual work to do.” Andrew spat, through a tense jaw, pushing past me causing me to stumble on my feet slightly but I managed to catch myself before I could fall. 

“Don’t you dare go after him.” Aoife yelled at me but ignoring her words and screams of my name, I gently pushed past the other people inside the bar following Andrew outside, determined to fix this. 

“Andrew, wait.” I called after him, reaching him just as I left the building the cool air nipping at my bare arms immediately causing me to shiver. “Andrew?”

“What? What do you want Brie?” He demanded, turning around abruptly causing me to jump to a stop.  

“Why are you acting like you just walked in on me kissing Cillian? We were only having a conversation.”

“That close?” Andrew demanded, his chocolate brown eyes wide with rage. “You were practically on his lap.”

“I was not, Jesus. We couldn’t hear each other over the noise in there. Stop making this out to be something it’s not.” I scoffed, wrapping my hands around my upper arms to try and shield myself from the cold. 

“You always do this. Disregard my feelings for your own.” He pointed an accusing finger at me, getting right in my face. 

“I always do it? Andrew I am lucky if I can spend five minutes with you. You are always studying or working. You make time for your friends more than you do for me.”

“For fuck sake Brie, I am building a career not messing around with stupid past times like dancing or playing in a band. I am actually doing something with my life.” He brushed off, waving his hand in dismissal as he turned his back to me. 

“What did you just say?” I asked, biting on the tip of my tongue, praying I had heard him wrong but when he turned back to face me the look in his eyes told me all I needed to know. 

“I just meant that….”

“Oh I know what you meant, fuck you Andrew.” I spat, turning away from him. He knew how important dancing was to me. I had told him multiple times, how it helped me feel close to my mother.

“Excuse me?” 

“Fuck you, I’m done. We’re done.” I repeated turning back to face him, his eyes widened in shock at my words but I couldn’t have felt more free. The words felt liberating as they left my tongue. 

“Whatever” Andrew brushed off waving his arm, ready to walk away, just like that, like the last two years meant nothing to him. “Welcome to her mate, fucking trash.”

Glancing over my shoulder, I saw Cillian standing with his friend Casey at the corner of the bar near an alleyway, a cigarette in Casey’s hand. Fighting back the tears, I offered a small smile, wanting the Earth to swallow me whole at the thought of them witnessing what just happened. 

“Have some fucking respect man and watch your mouth.” Cillian answered back stopping Andrew in his tracks.

It had all happened so fast.

One minute Cillian was by Casey in the alleyway the next he was in Andrew’s space squaring up to him, both men puffing their chests as they glared the other down. Cillian was smaller compared to Andrew’s 5’9 stature but it didn’t deter him in the slightest. 

“I call things how I see it mate. She is fucking trash and your in for a world of disappointment.” Andrew goaded, using his chest to bump into Cillian’s. 

“Think the only disappointment here is you mate.” Cillian snapped back, his body not even moving as Andrew’s brushed against his.

“Cillian, come on he isn’t worth it.” I tried to intervene, shoving my shoulder into Andrew’s chest in hopes to push him away but he was solid and wouldn’t move.

Both men were glaring, each man waited for the other to make a move but neither one wanted to be the first. Just as I tried to move Andrew again, he knocked into me with his elbow knocking me off my feet and onto the ground.

“What the fuck man?” Cillian barked, placing his hands on Andrew’s shoulder pushing him back slightly to create some space. “You alrigh…”

Cillian’s words were cut off with Andrew’s fist colliding against the side of his cheek. He was taken by surprise, stumbling over his feet, almost falling to the ground only managing to save himself at the last moment, fingers barely touching the ground.

A new found rage appeared on Cillian’s face as he launched himself forward, throwing his right hand into Andrew face, catching his lip just right that it busted open, prompting Andrew to lift his hand to examine the damage.

There was a moment where the Earth seem to stand still before both men were attacking one another, arms and fists were swinging at each other, screams had erupted from girls who were leaving the bar, not expecting to walk out and see two men fighting.

“Andrew, Cillian stop” I demanded, shouting at the two as I stood to my feet.

I was about to move forward and try to break up the fight when the bouncers from the bar appeared, one grabbing Cillian the other Andrew, both men shouting profanities at the other as they were dragged apart.

I could feel my heart beating in my chest as I looked on, a deep arousal setting in my between my legs as I looked at Cillian. His longer hair, clinging to the sweat of his forehead, his chest puffed in and out as he calmed himself down, pushing out of the bouncers arms.

Sparing a glance at Andrew I felt sorry for him. His lip was bleeding, his perfectly styled blonde hair was ruined and his face was as red as a tomato but I didn’t want to run into his arms and make sure he was okay, I wanted to run to Cillian’s.

“Well excuse me, I would be on the floor right now at the thought of two men fighting over me, Holy fucking God.” Aoife’s voice surprised me, appearing next to me, her arm wrapped around my shoulder.

“It’s not funny Aoife” I muttered, my eyes continuingly glancing over at Cillian who had his hands raised towards the bouncer, promising him nothing more would happen.

“Who you going to choose?” Aoife asked as it seemed like both men were hanging around waiting, waiting for me to choose between them. 

“No one let’s just go” I shook my head. 

“Brie, Brie…” I heard Cillian call but I chose to ignore him. I needed to clear my head and get away from what just happened.

I needed to go home. 

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"Marion bailed and I wasn't going out alone I am not that desperate." He scoffed with a slight roll of his eyes, wrinkles creasing at the sides of his lips as he inhaled deeply on the white cigarette.

"Besides I heard young blue eyes is playing tonight." He wriggled his eyebrows at me.

"He is. That is true." I blushed, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"What's going on with you two hm?" He questioned, a cheeky grin spreading across his face once he noticed my reddened cheeks.

"I really like him Bil…"

"Tell me something I don't know." Billy rolled his eyes, putting the ends of his cigarette out against the pebble-dashed wall before tossing the remains down a drain. "Come on let's get inside before we turn into ice cubes."

Walking arm in arm, we pushed our way through the crowd, Aoife was sitting at a table with one of Andrew's friends, Calvin. I instantly felt bile rise in my throat at the thought of him being in the same bar as both myself and Cillian but mostly because I would have to see him again.

"Don't look so scared, he isn't here. I don't believe so anyway." Billy spoke in my ear. Without realising it, I had pulled him to a stop at the sight of the taller man at the table but hearing his words I felt relief wash over me.

"Effs, been getting rather close to this doctor hunk."

"I can see that." I nodded, walking next to him, and approaching the table with a smile, which Calvin returned.

"Cillian was here. He was looking for you. Wanted to talk about something but wouldn't say what." Aoife acknowledged my presence with a smile. "I think someone is smitten." She winked, wrapping her pink lips around the tiny red straw in her drink.

Glancing over at Calvin, he was watching the conversation with an indifferent look on his face before allowing a smile to take over.

"Don't worry I won't say anything to Drew." He chuckled with a shake of his head. "He didn't deserve you."

"Oh okay, thanks." I nodded bringing the drink Aoife had slid over to me into my hands and up to my mouth, sipping through the straw my eyes wandered throughout the crowd for a certain blue-eyed musician but he was nowhere to be found.

Being late to the party, I was in charge of getting the next round of drinks, I didn't mind as it allowed me to scan the crowd a bit better.  My heart sank when I noticed a familiar blond sitting at the bar nursing a pint of Harp in his hands.  

Rolling my eyes, I turned my back on him completely hoping the bartender would serve me in record time so I could escape back to my table without dealing with him.   But it appeared luck wasn't on my side.

"Brianna, fancy seeing you here." Andrew's voice entered my ear. I felt his hand slide across my lower back from behind before he stood in front of me, pint half drunk.

"What do you want Andrew? You don't even like bars like this."

"No but I wanted to see you and I knew you would be following that loser from the band around like a lost puppy." He laughed darkly, the smell of alcohol ripe on his breath, looking into his eyes I noticed his pupils were slightly dilated, he had a lot more than that pint to drink.

"The only loser I see around here is you" I spat back, turning to glare at the bartender who had once again skipped over me to serve another.

"Don't be like that Brie, come on you and I had a good few years let's not throw it away over some wannabe musician." Andrew's words were slightly slurred.

His hand came up to place some hair behind my ear, and the back of his fingers stroked against my cheek, working their way down towards my jaw before I pulled away.

"We are done Andrew get that through your head."

  *****

Returning to the table, I placed the drinks down just as The Sons of Mr Green Genes got on stage to perform.

Cillian took centre stage. He looked gorgeous tonight in his tight-fitted black t-shirt that clung to his smaller frame. Throwing the strap of his guitar around his neck, he adjusted the microphone to his lips, it was then I noticed the annoyed scowl on his face.

"Someone upset Mr Blue Eyes this evening." Billy mused, eyebrows raised so high they were practically touching his hairline.

Glancing over at him, I squinted my eyes and shook my head in confusion, silently asking him what he was talking about as the band started to play the song -Time Travel.

"He saw you talking to Andrew before he went on stage." Aoife sighed, a sympathetic smile on her face as she placed her now empty glass onto the bar tray, taking her new drink in its place. "I think he believes you invited him."

"I didn't!" I defended myself immediately.  "Why is he even here? You said you wouldn't say anything about me being here." I pointed at Calvin who had held his hands up in defence.

"I haven't said a thing. He has been following you for weeks, showing up at this band's gigs across the country just to see you."

"What?" Aoife screeched, jumping out of her seat to stand next to me, a concerned look on her face as she stared down at her date for the evening. "Why did you say anything?"

"He's harmless." Calvin brushed it off.

"They are always harmless until they aint." Billy scowled throwing one of his dirtiest looks at the buffer gentleman sitting across from him.

"That's disturbing. What a creep." Aoife scoffed, throwing a look of disgust over her shoulder but Andrew was gone. Where? I wasn't sure but he was out of my sight.

Wrapping my arms around myself, I tried to ignore what had happened focusing all my attention on Cillian who was once again so lost in his music, he looked like he was in a complete trance. I felt my heart beating in my chest, as I thought about our last few encounters and we were certainly overdue for another.

Losing myself to the music, I swayed in time, Billy joining next to me for a few before returning to his seat. Cillian avoided eye contact with me the entire set, his brother Paidi waved to me a few times before the beginning of each song, and even nudged Cillian, nodding in my direction but still he refused.

Feeling deflated, I returned to the table, taking a large mouthful of my drink when Emer appeared at our table, dressed in a red dress two sizes too small. Her chest was straining against the bust, one wrong move and she would be flashing.

"Jesus." Billy choked on his drink. The liquid coming out of his mouth hit Calvin like a spray.

"You alright?"  I asked, patting him on the back, his eyes turned red from the lack of oxygen, and the drink was running down his nose as he gasp loudly. Handing him a white napkin he patted himself down.

"She nearly fucking killed me." He wheezed pointing at Emer, who stood innocently at the end of the table. A doe-eyed look in her eyes as she watched Cillian on stage, completely obvious to what was happening around her.

"Emer? What are you doing here?" I asked, ignoring Billy's over-the-top dramatics, another male in my life that would excel in the art of acting.

"Oh Cillian invited me, between us I think he is into me but he is trying to play it cool." She giggled and for the first time tonight, Cillian looked in our direction sending a wink.

Biting back a growl, I felt a pang of jealousy in my heart as Emer jumped up and down on her feet, clapping her hands together frantically as the band finished their set.

"You okay?" Billy asked, sliding next to me, and wrapping a protective arm around my shoulders.

"I'm done. I'm so fucking done." I growled, throwing myself back into my seat, and crossing my arms over my chest.

I didn't want to put a sour note on the night, Emer had disappeared into the crowd no doubt going to find Cillian after his set and I was determined to enjoy myself.

I was not going to let Cillian fucking Murphy get to me anymore.

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  Yelling loudly, Billy and I both giggled as we jiggled on our feet, fighting off the taste of yet another shot of tequila. Aoife and Calvin had disappeared into the night after the band's set finished, no question what it was they disappeared to get up to.

"FUCK THE MEN." Billy cackled loudly, slamming the now empty glass on the table. Throwing his hands in the air and dancing to the music in his head.

"Enjoying your night?" I heard that Irish brogue that if I had been sober, would have had me weak at the knees. Turning around to face him, he stood behind me with his hands inside his jeans pockets, an unreadable expression on his face.

"I am. Where's Emer? Get bored of you already?" I asked with a hint of venom. I heard Billy behind me creating loud cat noises. I could just see him in my head, scratching the air with his claws.

"Toilet," Cillian answered flatly.

"Great," I replied with a small shake of my head as an awkward silence fell over us. "What do you want?" I asked breaking it.

"Where's your boyfriend?"

"Don't have one."

"I saw you with Andrew earlier Brianna, seemed pretty cosy."

"What does it matter to you?" I snapped, stepping into his space but he only shrugged his shoulders in response.

"The man is stalking her blue eyes," Billy answered his question for me. "She came here for you but you chose the blonde who wears her little sister's barbie doll dress out in public so FUCK YOU."

"Yeah FUCK YOU" I laughed joining Billy as we held up our middle fingers. "This is your loss, Murphy."

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Anyone interested in the bands song I found it on YouTube - Time Travel it’s rather a bop if I do say so myself. 

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There he was sitting in the middle of the room, his pencil tapping against his notebook on the desk, eyes trained on the window, taking in the passing world. One of his hands rested underneath his chin, completely lost in his thoughts.

Trying to sneak past him, I was too focus on him turning towards me that I accidentally knocked into a table in front of the class, the screeching noise bringing the attention of the few in the room towards me, including Cillian.

Blushing red, I kept my head down, making my way towards the back of the room taking the table on the opposite end to his, avoiding the stares from everyone, as I got comfortable.

Placing my bag on the floor, I pulled the notebook from my bag placing it on the desk along with a few pens, ready for note taking when the chair next to me pulled out. 

Looking over at the person, I couldn’t believe their audacity. Feeling the anger bubbling in my chest. I met his beautiful blue eyes with a glare, silently questioning his decision to move across the room to join me. 

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I quietly hissed, not wanting to attract the attention of the other people in the class. 

“Hello to you too.” Cillian laughed, pushing his notebook onto the table, with an adorable smile. Looking over at me, a completely innocent look on his face. “I didn’t know you were going to study law?”

“Why are you here?” I repeated, ignoring his question completely. “I thought you wanted to travel the world become a famous musician or whatever, your not going to do that in here.”

“Wow, what’s with all the hostility?” He asked sensing the venom in my voice, his eyes widening - hands raising in mock defence towards me. 

“Your joking? Tell me your joking?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes at his need to act dumb. 

“What? Please enlighten me. I have no clue what is going on here?” He laughed uneasy, genuine confusion on his face.

“You pursued me and once you got what you wanted, I never hear from you again?”

“That’s what this is about?” Cillian laughed, a hand coming up to rub across his mouth, his thumb pushing his jaw out slightly. Pausing in consideration, the thoughts churned in his head before he turned to look at me. “I don’t know what you were expecting outta that Brie but, I was only after a fuck.”

“You pursued me, got into a fight for me what do you think I thought Cillian. I believed you wanted to get to know me.”

“You came to my gigs, I didn’t seek you out and I didn’t fight for you. I just don’t do the whole disrespect thing. That guy was a prick, I was just making sure he knew it.”

“It was all just about sex for you? Really?”

“Wasn’t it for you? You just got out of a relationship. Why would you want to jump into another one?” Cillian asked, an unsure, breathy laugh leaving his lips. “I gave you the fuck you needed, that’s all.” 

“Fuck you Cillian, fuck you.” 

“You already did.” He smirked, tongue poking out from the corner of his lips as he stared into my eyes, with the same mischief that once had butterflies erupt in my stomach, but now made me feel sick. 

“And it was shit.”

“No it wasn’t. You were loving it, begging me for more.” Cillian countered back, eyes surveying the room which was quickly filling up with students. “Harder, Cillian…right there…ohh-“ He teased, low enough that only the two of us could hear. 

“Shut the fuck up” I growled a little too loud. The blonde girl in front of me turning in her seat to glare at me at over her shoulder due to my language. “I was faking it.”

“Not what your eyes were saying.” He winked, tongue swiping along his plump bottom lip, the smirk continuing to grow on his face once he noticed my flustered expression. “Nor your body language right now.” 

The fact of the matter was, Cillian knew his way around the female anatomy. He had pulled so many sounds from my mouth, made me feel so many things I didn’t even know was possible. I was on cloud 9 with his hands around my body, tongue in my mouth, cock in my core.

And as much as I hated myself for admitting it, I wanted him again.

“Look maybe I shouldn’t have just skipped out during the night…”

“Oh you think?” I snapped back, glaring at him, to which he responded by rolling his eyes at my interruption. 

“Jesus if I thought you were going act like this I wouldn’t have bothered, pretty girl but a lot of issues…” He commented, using his hand to refer to my entire body before using two fingers to point at his temple.

My jaw fell wide at his words. Who the fuck does he think he is?

Clenching my jaw, I was about to respond when the professor came through the door, brief case in hand, calling the class to attention. Everyone in the room fell quiet, adjusting themselves in their seats waiting for the professor to speak once more. 

Silently stewing in my emotions, I brought the tip of my pen into my mouth chewing on the end of it, trying my hardest to block out the constant glances Cillian was throwing my way.

Placing a hand on the side of my head to block him out, I tried to focus on the words coming from the professors mouth when a slip of paper slide over from Cillian’s side.

I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry – the black handwritten letters had spelled. Rolling my eyes, I chose to ignore the words, my fingers pushing the sheet of paper back in his direction.

Biting my lip I waited patiently, unable to focus on anything the professor was saying until he announced the mid-way break in the class. Being one of the first to my feet, I rushed out of the room making my way to the bathroom, effectively hiding inside.

Holding my hand in my hands, my thoughts wondered to actually dropping out of the course. I didn’t know if I could sit there day in, day out knowing Cillian was in the same class. Yes we would be in different rooms, have different teachers but could I really see myself sitting in a room with him for the next four years?

Psyching myself up I threw open the door of the ladies room, turning to walk back in the direction towards the class when Cillian appeared in front of me. Hands shoved deep in his pockets, a sheepish look on his face.

“For what it’s worth I am sorry.”

“So you’ve said.” I spat, side stepping around him.

“Look Brie, I am honestly. I’m sorry.” He breathed, stopping me from moving around him, placing his hands on my upper arms. Something about his eyes letting me know he was sincere. “I actually am happy to see you again.”

“I wish I could say the same.”

“I hurt you, I didn’t mean to. I honestly thought you knew that this was just a one time thing.” He sighed, dropping his hands from my arms and immediately I missed his touch.

“I really wish you would have said something before I let you into my bed but I shouldn’t have just assumed, I just thought you liked me.”

“I DO.” He yelled loudly with a breathy laugh. “I just don’t want a relationship right now. I can’t give it what it needs, the time, the care, the want…I am travelling with the band all over Ireland on weekends and the van is tight as fuck. I can’t be bringing a girl into that.”

“I understand.”

“Really?” Cillian questioned, eyebrow raised with scepticism. “You really are a beautiful girl, women even and you know your way around the bedroom, I’ll give you that but we are young, let’s not tie ourselves off just yet yeah?”

“Yeah” I nodded in agreement, still hurt by his actions but he was right. “Let’s just be young and have fun.” 

We were young, I had the next four years to get everything I ever wanted to do out of my system before having to take things seriously, start a family, settle down.

“For what its worth I am sorry to.” I tell him folding my arms across my chest as we walked side by side back towards class. 

“For what?” 

“I told my friends some pretty harsh things about you and little Cillian...” I tried to control my grin as I bared my teeth to him, eyes glancing down at his cock. “And with them news travels fast.” 

“Like what?” Cillian asked furrowing his eyebrows down over his eyes, his feet coming to a stop just before the classroom door. “Brie like what?” 

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Nodding to myself, my eye caught the red light from the camcorder blinking at me as I counted to three in my head while crossing my feet in front of me before starting the 16 bars needed for the slip jig with my hard shoe.

I was so lost in perfecting my footing, I hadn’t noticed Cillian slipping into the studio until I was finished. His loud clap for my performance, scaring me.

“Thank you. How’d you find me here?” I asked through deep breaths, bending over to grab my bottle of water. 

“Your dad told me.” He shrugged, tossing his jacket and bag next to mine. “Told him you were my partner in that Fineman case and needed to exchange notes.” He continued to speak while throwing himself against the long mirror which covered the entire side of one wall.

“We aren’t partners in that.” I pointed out, walking over to the camcorder and hitting the stop button. 

The assignment was only given today, one half of the class appointed to the defence, the other half prosecution. Cillian and I found ourselves on opposing sides with no chance of a partnership.

“No I know.” He nodded, dull blue eyes looking up at me. He was exhausted. The blackness that grew under his eyes was like he had been punched resulting in two black eyes. 

His band had been touring like crazy at the weekends, Casey wanted them to get noticed, potentially sign a record deal, move up in the world no matter the cost. 

Walking over to him, my head tilted to the side, offering him a soft smile, knowing the only reason he was here was to talk about something that was bothering him. 

Despite what had happened three months ago, Cillian and I became close. There was something about him I couldn’t let go of. Maybe it was his smile, or his cocky attitude. It could even be his eyes or the Irish charm, he carried so well. I felt like I had made a good friend in him.

But there was a part of me that wanted more, much more. However Cillian was too much of a free spirit. He wanted to live life irresponsibly while he could, his motto of we are young - destined to make mistakes we will one day learn from, played a constant reminder in my head and as much as I wanted to follow his advice, I could never find myself doing so. I was too much of a stickler. 

“What’s going on Cill? Why are you really here?” I asked, standing above him. It was his first weekend off gigging with his band in months and he wastes it here with me instead of going to find trouble.

“I just can’t seem to stay away from you.” He smirked with his eyes, lips pushing out to form a pout. “You’re addicting.”

“Cute, but I am busy so what is it?” I said curtly, disregarding his obvious flirting, which had become a habit of ours recently to fold my arms over my chest. 

“I don’t think I want to do the whole law school thing anymore Brie.” He sighed, head dropping to his chest, fingers messing with the ends of his shoelaces. “I hate it, I only attend classes because I get to see you everyday.”

“That’s a silly reason to attend class Cill.” I laughed nervously, unsure why he would say that. Bending down, I dropped my bum next to him, resting my back against the mirrored wall, placing a kind hand on his thigh.

“Maybe, but it is completely true.” He sent a genuine smile in my direction, the small gesture evoking all kinds of tingly feelings within me. “I don’t know what to do, I’ll be letting my parents down if I drop out.”

“So dropping out is definitely something you want to do?” I asked carefully not wanting to overstep.  

“I think I do, yeah.”  

“To be honest Cill, you are so invested in your music, I was surprised to see you here on that first day. I thought it was some kind of joke.”

“You were rather hostile to me on that first day.” Cillian joked licking along his bottom lip with his tongue. “It still hurts to think about.” He clutched playfully at his chest, exactly like he did the first time we met. 

“You know what yeah, maybe drop out of law school and go into acting Cill. This is Oscar worthy material right here.” I joked back at him only his face turned more serious. Pulling away from him, I started to backtrack over my words. “Cillian I –“

“You told me that before, the night we met. Do you remember?” He asked interrupting me. His eyes twinkling with an excitement I had only seen once before - when we stubbled through my bedroom door all those months previous. 

“I do yeah.”

“What if I tried my hand at acting?” He continued the smile growing wider along his face. I felt a smile of my own pulling at my lips, an automatic reaction with a smile like his.  

“What about the band?”

“I will still have it for now at least but listen Brie, last night I went to see this play and I…”

“Yourself?”

“Nah with Emer” He dismissed with a shake of his head. A pang of jealously stabbed my heart as I thought about the perky blond who sat in front of us in Introduction to Law.

Ever since that first day I could tell she had her eyes on Cillian, tossing her golden locks over her shoulder with a cute giggle or pretending to drop a pen in front of him so she could show off her ass. Of course he ate that up.

“I’m thinking about trying out for the school play. What do you think?”

“Why not ask Emer?” I spoke without thinking, the bitterness inside me spilling out onto the words.

It was hard to miss the sly smirk and squint of his eyes as he looked at me. I closed my eyes waiting for the teasing to begin when he surprised me, ignoring the blatant jealously I had displayed. 

“Because am asking you Brie. Do you think I have a shot?” He asked turning his body fully to face me - a hopeful look in his eyes . Reaching across he placed a gentle hand on my thigh, unknowingly accelerating my heartbeat.

“Honestly Cillian, you can do anything you set your mind to.” I nodded, placing a supportive hand over his. “I think you would be amazing, you have more than just a shot at this.” 

“Yeah?” He let out a breathy laugh. His eyes flickering back and forth from each of mine. His head slowly easing closer to me before his eyes flickered down to my lips, causing my breathing hitching in my throat.  

“Absolutely.” I whispered, feeling the pull between us.

Cillian’s hand came up to rest on the side of my face, holding me in place as his lips caressed softly against my own. Moaning quietly at the feeling, I scooted my bum closer to him as the kiss became more needy.

With a grab of my hip, he helped to move me so that I was straddling him. His hands held either side of my hips, rocking them slowly against his. The movement letting me feel the beginning of his length hardening. Whimpering quietly into his mouth I pulled away slightly. 

“We can’t do this.” I breathed, resting my forehead against his.

“Why not?” He asked, a confused expression taking over his face. His hips bucking up into mine, creating a delicious tension. “You want me, I want you what’s the problem? It’s just sex?”

“Just sex.” I repeated, knowing in my heart that it was much more than that for me.

Reattaching my lips to his, simply needing to taste him, I held his head in my between my hands. He allowed my tongue to take control, licking and curling around his - a deep groan passing his lips as I nibbled along his bottom lip.

“Bathroom?” Cillian asked, taking my bottom lip between his teeth as I pulled away completely. 

Gazing down at him with hooded eyes, my heart was screaming no. But I wanted him, I needed him. Biting my lip I glanced back at the clock above door to the studio, just after 8pm. I had to be out of here by 9pm - there was plenty of time.

“Come on, let me make you feel good.” He whispered in my ear, taking the lobe between his teeth. “You want me, I can feel it.” He breathed, placing hot, wet kisses along the column of my neck, grounding my hips down into his, causing me to lose all sense of rational. 

“I do, want you. I want you so bad Cill.” I moaned, grinding against his cock, my eyes rolling towards the back of my head. “Fuck I hate you right now”

“Hate fucks even better.” Cillian chuckled against the column of my neck. Running his lips alongside it, placing precise wet kisses - my head rolled to the side allowing him access.

“Come on” I groaned unable to deny how I was feeling. There was no mistaking it, I wanted him. I just hoped I wouldn’t regret it.  

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“Someone’s eager?” Cillian chuckled as I pulled the t-shirt over his head. His body slumped against the tiled wall of the shower area in the studio, bottom lip between his teeth as he watched me undress in front of him.   

“Shut up, no talking. It’s just sex.” I reminded him, bending over, removing the leggings from my legs along with my underwear, leaving me completely bare in front of him. “Come on then.” I motioned to his trousers with my head.

Within minutes he had stripped down in front of me, his impressive cock standing to attention against his lower abdomen, a bead of precum seeping from the tip.

“On your knees Brie.” His voice had darkened with lust, his pupils blown black as he stared at me. 

Withholding a whimper, I dropped to the floor, taking the base of his cock in my hand with a grin causing him to hiss under the pressure. Licking a long wet strip along the underside, one of his hands gripped the back of my head – pulling at the roots.

“Suck it, don’t play with it.” He demanded, hooded eyes glaring down at me, the innocent blues were no more. “Now” He thrusted into my face, the tip of his cock slapping against the side of me cheek.

Unable to deny him, I wrapped my lips around his head slowly inching my way down as much as I could towards his base before pulling back.

“You can take it further, you did before.” He breathed, taking a hold of his length, tapping it against my lips. 

Opening my mouth wider, I allowed him to guide himself inside, pushing further and further down my throat until I tried to pull away, closing my eyes with a gag. “Keep your eyes on me, breathe through your nose.”

Looking up at the man above me, I did exactly what he said. Inhaling deeply through my nose as he continued to push further and further, my fingernails pierced into his thighs as I tried to control my gag reflex.

“Fuck that’s it, that’s it.” He groaned, breaking eye contact to threw his head back against the tiled wall. “Shit Brie…”

Pulling back from him, I felt a rush of air enter my lungs as I breathed through my mouth, placing small kitten licks to his tip. My left hand dropped between my legs, rubbing small circles into my clit to relieve some of the growing tension.

“Ah Ah.” Cillian shook his head. His hand wrapped around my chin pulling me to me to my feet before him. “That’s my job.” He explained his other hand cupping around my mound. 

My eyes widened in surprise, his middle two fingers immediately went to work, running along the length of my lower lips before sinking inside my seeping wet hole with no warning. A silent gasp lift my lips as he pumped into me.

Resting my hands on his shoulders, I stood on my tip toes, pushing myself closer to him as that familiar feeling began to build in my stomach.  

“Cill, I…” I whimpered, sparing a glance towards him. His lust filled eyes staring right through me, a cocky glint flashing in his eyes at my words.

“Eyes on me” He instructed, taking me closer and closer to the edge. Ignoring his words my eyes began to flutter shut and he stopped all movements. “What did I say?” 

“I’m sorry, I’ll keep them open and on you.” I apologised, pleading with him to continue. 

“Good girl” Cillian smirked, knowing he had me fully under his control. Pumping his fingers once more, I quickly returned to that beautiful feeling of bliss.

It built and built until I could withstand no more. A white blinding light exploded behind my vision, my lips were chanting his name as he pumped me through my release. 

Something switched in Cillian’s eyes as he watched me come undone but what it was, I was unsure.

His movements slowed, allowing me to breathe before picking back up, even more furious than before.

“Cill, Cillian what the fuck are you doing?” I squeaked, feeling another release building in my stomach but only this time I hadn’t caught it. It just exploded, the screams I had for him stuck in my throat as I leaned on him for support, his fingers pounded into me relentlessly and I felt myself losing all sense of control.

My eyes widened as I felt something I never experienced before, my head fell onto Cillian’s shoulder, biting lightly at his upper chest – a wetness coating my thighs. Once his movements stopped, I pulled away to look at the mess I had made, my face turning the deepest shade of crimson at the realisation. I had squirted.

I barely had time to dwell on my embarrassment when Cillian appeared in front of me, condom in hand and that cocky smirk painted back on his face.

“That was fucking hot, I want you to that again but only on my cock” He growled, pulling my hips towards him roughly, sandwiching our groins together.

“Fuck me then and I will.” I returned with a smirk of my own, taking the condom from his hand, ripping it open with my teeth.

“You gonna put that on me?” He asked, an unsure look on his face, eyebrow raised as he watched my fingers pull on the latex.

“Yeah? That okay?” I asked, taking his length into my hand, stroking it gently pulling a soft hiss from his lips.

“Yeah its just no girl’s ever bothered before, left it up to me is all…” His voice was low, almost like a whisper, eyes dropping down watching my movements.

“Would you feel more comfortable doing it yourself?” I asked, holding the latex in front of him. With a shake of his head, I brought it down to his cock, placing it on the tip and rolling it over, finishing with a satisfied sigh.

“Fucking hell” Cillian groaned, throwing his head back once the condom was secure and I rubbed the length of it once more before leaning back against the sinks, hopping up on the edge of the counter, legs wide. “Jesus Brie you’re killing me”

“Stop talking and satisfied me Cill.”

Without another word, he came forward giving himself a few pumps before lining himself up to my entrance, pushing inside. The magic feeling that was the stretch of him, filling me up had my eyes rolling in the back of my head.

“Jesus you feel fucking perfect, like you were made for me.” Cillian groaned bottoming out, groins pressed together tightly.

Reaching forward, I pushed my forehead against his as we stood there connected for a few moments before he started to move.

Something was different about this time. Before he was fast, rough, sloppy in his movements but it worked for him as it felt amazing but this time he was slow, hard, sensual. My mind was spinning, it felt so good.

Leaning down, he pressed his lips against mine, curling his tongue around mine, claiming my mouth as his own as he grounded into my hips after each thrust.

“Cill, I… I think I’m gonna…” I stuttered out, not quite believing it myself that I had reached my high so fast. Gripping onto his shoulders, my lips fell open as the fireworks exploded behind my eyes – I was in heaven.

Pulling back to look into his eyes, I half expected to see the smug look on his face, the cocky grin to be present but it wasn’t. He looked so lost in his own pleasure - chasing his own high, he looked like an angel.

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“You didn’t squirt like I told you to.” Cillian chuckled, pulling his jeans back up around his hips, doing up the button, a cheeky grin growing on his face,

“No but I had two of the best orgasms of my life.” I blushed, unsure why I admitted such a thing to him.

“Is that right?” His asked wrapping his arms around my waist, his face nuzzling into my neck. “Gonna have to have another round to achieve the squirt.” He laughed, grinding his jeans covered hips into my bare backside.

“What makes you so certain there will be a next time?” I asked with a smirk of my own, pulling his arms from around my waist. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I pushed him away slightly, keeping him at arm’s length.

“You can’t stay away from me” Cillian smirked, bending down grabbing his t shirt - throwing it over is head.  

“You sought me out Cill.” I shot back, instantly shutting the man in front of me up. He eyes watched me as I fought with the leggings, pulling them over my legs, snapping them against my stomach, .

“Hmm, true.” He mused, a slight nod of his head. “Maybe I’m the one that can’t stay away.” 

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