Didn’t she deserved to be looked at like she was ice-cream on a hot day? She wondered, as she let him pull her towards James. She wanted to be looked at like that. She wanted to be devoured like that. When Owen released her hand and stepped towards James, she hung back, letting the crowd separate them.
“Uh-ah,” Aaron was at her back. “Em,” he drew her to the side. “I don’t know what you and Owen have going, exactly, but I know enough to know there are a lot of emotions involved. Sometimes you have to take a hit for the band, though. Two Way Street is going somewhere. Don’t screw it up now.”
“What are you, my fairy god-father?” She marvelled at his ability to be at the right spot at the right time.