That look he gave me. I knew that look. And right now, right here, I needed to decide if we changed our professional relationship forever, or if I actually behaved and didn’t fuck it up. “What do you want, Liam?” Christ, I hadn’t meant to say that, but now that the words were out there I found myself waiting for his answer.
“What if I said you?”
I reached out and stroked my knuckle down his cheek and he leaned in closer as his eyes slid shut. “Think about what you’re asking. This could be your big break. What happens if it all goes to shit between us and we end up hating each other?”
“You sound like this has happened before?” he said with a grin that made me feel things I hadn’t felt in far too many years.
“Maybe. Maybe not.” He didn’t need to know about all the random hookups through the years. Both bandmates, and fans. Some at afterparties, and some non-fans at bars. Lots and lots of randoms. “You’ve got that spark.”