A small grin curled the side of his mouth. “I think he’s come to grips with the reality that my passion is for painting and not music.” He grabbed my hand suddenly and pulled me around a corner and out of view of everyone else. He pressed me up against the wall and his arm snaked around my waist as he drew me against him. His mouth lowered near mine. “And speaking of passion,” his breath floated over my lips, “I’ve found one that has nothing to do with paints and canvas.” His lips grazed mine. “Eden.”

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