falling in love in an empty theater

I had been painfully wrong in comparing Carter Bishop to a flame. He was all hard angles and strength, as cool and beautiful and deadly as a glacier, with eyes the color of the Arctic Ocean. His movements radiated grace even off stage, as if the performance had never ended.
"Enjoy the show?" He asked, his velvet voice sending electric shocks through my spine. I tried to contain my surprise.
"Oh? You're in the band?" I tossed my hair over my shoulder and smiled coyly, as if my heart wasn't about to beat straight through my chest. "I didn't even notice. It was pretty good, I guess."
Carter threw his head back in a laugh and leaned against the counter, raising a single hand in a gesture to the bartender. His gaze landed on me once again, and that glorious dimple made an appearance when he grinned. "You can play hard-to-get, if you want, but we both know that you couldn't keep your eyes off of me the entire time I was up there."
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