Chapter 74

“And I sing,” he whispered, “hesitating, but never making contact.” He demonstrated this, his chest nearly grazing my back, though not touching it. He hummed the melody, those exquisite, compelling notes I knew I’d forever associate with him, while he moved all around me—slowly and carefully.

It didn’t take long before I was aching for his warmth, but Lei was in character, hitting his notes quietly and effortlessly, and I didn’t dare break his concentration. I restrained myself, and more importantly, didn’t make a lame joke.

Then suddenly he stopped. “What if they don’t let me have a say in the way I play him?” He scowled, pacing again. “I mean—I don’t wanna repeat every single move, every single gesture. I wanna make him…more vulnerable.”

Usually, Lei didn’t need me to agree or disagree with him. He only needed my presence, my ear. But now wasn’t one of those times. “More vulnerable than he already is?”