Rhea and Luke turned as they made their way backstage. The audience's roar was still a distant hum in Rhea's ears. Her cheek heated up, her mind a dizzy rush of wind. With Luke still by her side, his lingering heat wrapped around her.
What the hell just happened?
She'd just kissed Luke—not a stage kiss, not for the audience. A real, gut-wrenching, breathless kiss. Her lips still tingled from the heat she felt from his.
Luke turned to Rhea, a soft, satisfied smile on his face. "Way to go, Rhea, you were incredible." Luke murmured, his voice a soft thrum that vibrated through her. "The audience loved it."
Rhea managed in a weak, shaky voice, "Y...yeah, the audience." She avoided his gaze, her eyes darting through the bustling backstage, to Tia who was waving from across the room, already surrounded by other club members.
