Platinum (All That Glitters #3)(56)

Trihn gave him a half-smile and a look filled with disbelief. “You can’t say those kinds of things when I’ve been a total bitch.”

He laughed and drew her into him, tucking her up on his lap.

“You’re not a bitch. You’re worried and letting it get to you. And I can say those kinds of things because they’re true.”

“I just…don’t want to put effort into this, only to eventually lose you,” she whispered her biggest worry. “Your music is taking off. You’re going to get busy and have crazy fans and Chloe and…everything. I don’t know how I fit into any of that.”

“Look, none of what you’re worrying about is set in stone. It’s all completely up in the air. We can’t stress about it before it has even happened. They could come back to me and say that the executives thought I sucked. No record deal. The end. You know?” he asked. He squeezed her a little tighter and pressed a kiss on her shoulder. “But either way, you’re not going to lose me.”

“You’re not worried at all?” she asked self-consciously.

Damon laughed lightly and ran a hand back through his hair. He seemed to have forgotten that he’d actually done it. “Of course, on some level, I’m worried. All I want to do is live in this moment with you, get to know you, and have a normal, easy relationship. I’m lucky to have this opportunity with you and with the music. Without you, I wouldn’t have any of this. So, I just want you to see that, no matter what happens in the future, I want to be with you. Just let me.”

Trihn snuggled into his chest and kissed his neck. “Okay. I’m sorry. I’ll try to be more open. I don’t want you to think you’re the only one invested in this relationship. I worry about the future because I don’t want to lose you.”

“I know.” He tilted her head up and kissed her lips.

She broke the contact with a smile. “Can you play that song for me, the one you turned in to her manager?”

“Which one?” he asked.

“You know, the one about the girl at the party. I’d never heard that before you showed it to me for the manager.”

“‘We Never Met,’” he said with a laugh. “You like that one?”

“Yeah. It’s catchy. Plus, who doesn’t like a good love story?”

Damon shook his head. He looked like he wanted to say something more, but he just stood and carried her into the bedroom. He effortlessly set her down on the bed, and then he took a seat across from her and tuned his guitar.

“Oh, acoustic,” she said with a smile.

He glanced up at her, and then he started singing. He was good with a soft, breathy tone to his voice that worked well with the pop and hip-hop beats. But this was raw and real.

“Walked into the club. Music up, crowds pumped.

With one smile you flipped my world.

Heaven knows you draw me in.

And only hell knows what I’d do for just one chance.



I’d give it all up for the girl at the party.

Ready. Set. Go. Light me up.

It’s time. No saying sorry.

And one day I’ll find the courage to say:



That I know you’re the one.

Even though we never met.

Yeah I know that you’re the one.

Even though we never met.”

Damon went through the second verse and then repeated the chorus twice before strumming the last chord. He smiled up at her, and she realized her heart was racing. With the backbeat, all the other instruments, and his amazing mixing skills, the words would get lost in the music. She had never really grasped exactly what he was singing about. It had just been another catchy song that would probably kill it on the radio and in nightclubs.

But this was different.

Because she was pretty sure that song was about her.

“When did you write that?” she whispered.

He smiled. “A couple of months ago.”

“Before we met?”

“If you’re asking if the song is about you, then yes, it is. All musicians have a muse.”

“You didn’t even know me!” she said with a laugh. She stood and walked over to him.

He placed the guitar down, and she straddled him.

“That’s the point of the song. You were the girl I’d give it all up for.”

“You’re something else, you know that?”

He brushed her hair back. “I take that as a compliment.”

Then, he was hungrily kissing her, as if all the pent-up frustration had finally broken. He hoisted her up and they fell into bed together, stripping each other’s clothes with ferocity. Their bodies melded together. They took their time, savoring the feel of one another.

They knew that everything might change, but today, they had each other. And that was what was important.

When they finished, Trihn curled up in his bed. Damon retrieved his phone from the other room and placed it on the nightstand. Then, he jumped into the shower. She wanted to join him, but she was just so tired. She yawned and felt like she could succumb to sleep at any minute. Her eyes closed, and she burrowed into the pillow.

A loud buzzing jolted her out of the half-sleep she had fallen into. She glanced over at Damon’s phone. Her eyes fell on the lit up screen. It read Chloe in bright letters.