Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(30)

She let loose a breath. “You liked the sex, but you wanted more.”

“Look, I’m sorry, too. I wanted more. I want more with you, but that doesn’t mean I have to force you into it.”

“I don’t feel forced. I just feel like I have major trust issues. And it’s hard, letting in someone new.”

He nodded in understanding, but she knew he could never really understand.

She moved forward and sat down in his lap. Her hands snaked up around his neck. “But I’ll try for you.”

His arms circled her waist, and he smiled the most brilliant smile. “I like the sound of that,” he said before kissing her.





Wear white. Something you don’t mind getting ruined.


TRIHN RAISED HER EYEBROWS at the text she had just received from Damon.

All white and something I could get ruined. Is he planning to tear it off of me? Now, that would be fun.

They’d spent a couple of hours in the radio station, talking. Damon had picked up a few instruments around the location and played for her. It had been a nice, chill evening, something she hadn’t realized that she needed.

Now, they were going to go on their first official date, and after that bizarre request, she really had no clue what to expect.

An hour later, Damon knocked on the door, dressed in jeans and a plain white T-shirt. He had a bouquet of tulips in his hand. “For you.”

“Thank you,” she said, taking them from him. She found the vase she had put the last bouquet in and placed the flowers inside.

He came up behind her and kissed her shoulder. Then, he slipped something in her hand.

“What’s this?” she asked. She turned to face him and opened her palm to reveal a Hershey’s Kiss. She laughed. She could get used to this.

She opened the wrapper and popped the chocolate into her mouth. It melted almost instantly, and Damon leaned forward, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. The taste of the chocolate lingered between them.

“Oh, I like the kiss,” he said.

“Which one?”

“Both.”

He kissed her again and then had to drag himself back. “Come on. This isn’t an event you’ll want to be late to.”

“Where are we going?” Trihn asked, following him out of her apartment.

They hurried out of the building and into Damon’s car before he answered, “So, we’re going to see this DJ.”

“Cool. Like you?”

“Sort of.” He revved the engine and started to drive them out of the city. “We started doing shows around the same time, but now, he’s kind of a big deal. He got a record deal, and his shows are pretty packed.”

“All for a DJ?” she asked curiously.

“Well, yeah. I mean, Calvin Harris is recording with huge celebrities, and Skrillex has his own gig. They’re huge in the music industry. If you make it, you make it. And Poet is on his way.”

“Poet?” Trihn asked. She tried to hold back her laugh. “He just goes by Poet?”

“Yeah. His last name is Poe, and the label thought he’d be more recognizable with a stage name.” Damon shrugged. “Poet was his nickname in high school because he was always scribbling lyrics into his notebook.”

“Did you go to school with this Poe…Poet guy?”

“No, but I have a friend who did.”

“You seem to know a lot of people.”

“That’s the industry,” he said with a smile.

“What’s his real name?”

Damon glanced at her. “James Poe. Not exactly the sexy stage name they were looking for.”

“And what about Damon Stone? Would they make you change that?” she asked curiously.

“I wouldn’t let bigwig * music producers who were paying me thousands of dollars to do what I loved change anything.” He looked over at her with a smirk on his face.

“Well, for the record, I think Damon Stone stays. You don’t want them to call you something like Stoned or Stoner.”

“I heard that enough in high school,” he said. He brushed a hand back through his unruly dark hair, and the strands fell back into place almost instantly. “And what about you?”

“Me?”

“You’re going to be in that fashion show. What’s your line going to be called?”

Trihn chewed on her bottom lip. “You know…I never thought about that. Maybe just Trihnity.”

“That’s not you. Go with just Trihn.”

“You think?”

“Yeah. Then, when I’m on the red carpet, people can ask me who I’m wearing, and I can say Trihn.”

She burst out laughing. “You are insanely way ahead of yourself…but I like it.”

His eyes lit up at her enthusiasm. “Good. I like it, too.”

A few minutes later, Damon pulled into a parking lot. He had a tag that let them pass the crazy line of cars waiting to get into a general admission section. But even their passes kept them pretty far from the venue. She was glad that she had chosen to wear boots tonight with her white jeans and shirt. The jeans weren’t exactly something she wanted to ruin, but he’d said white, and she couldn’t help herself when it came to dressing fashionable for an event, especially a first date.