Midnight Stage Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 140
Estimated words: 129207 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 431(@300wpm)
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Who am I kidding? He’s Ezra Knight, of course he knows.

Trying to keep my attention focused on the flyer, I put on the finishing details, adding the location and time of their gig before holding my laptop out and looking at it from a distance. The boys plan to print at least five hundred of these and basically throw them from the top of the stairwell at their school like a scene out of a teen movie.

Truth be told, I think it’s overkill. The bar isn’t that big. There’s no way they’re going to fit more than a hundred people in there, but if they’re able to pull a crowd, which I have no doubt they will, they’ll be invited back again. It’s a no-brainer that the guys want to go all out on this.

After deciding the flyer is as perfectly brilliant as it’s ever going to be, I rest back against the couch and wait for the boys to finish their song while getting lost in the sound of Ezra’s voice. It’s my favorite thing to do. Every day I sit right here to do my homework. It’s unofficially become my spot, plus it has the best vantage spot to watch Ezra without it being completely obvious. Yet, every time I look at him, his gaze automatically comes to mine as if he feels my stare the way I feel his.

And right now, it’s no different.

The boys play together like a well-oiled machine. They never miss.

The four of them together are a force to be reckoned with, and it’s clear to every single one of us that this is going somewhere big. Even Mom and Dad have finally come around to the idea of it. Hell, sometimes I even catch Mom singing their songs while she bakes in the afternoons.

All of the guys like to write lyrics, but Ezra is the only one who’s had the guts to turn them into songs, and so far, every song he’s ever written has been incredible. In some of the songs, he talks about a girl who’s so far away, he’ll never be able to have her, and when I first heard the lyrics, it gutted me. I thought maybe there was someone else, another girl he had his heart set on before he moved here, but now, I’m not so sure.

Deciphering Ezra’s lyrics has officially become my full-time job.

The song is just coming to a close when Ezra turns and meets my stare, and as he sings the rest of the lyrics, he doesn’t dare look away. With every passing second, my cheeks flush, heating up until they’re burning hot. His dark eyes sparkle as they soften, and for just a moment, I’m lost within the dark depths of his stare.

My heart races as I fall even more in love with this mystical man, and as the song comes to a close and the room falls silent, a cocky grin stretches across his full lips.

God, what I wouldn’t give to kiss those lips.

“Dude,” Axel grunts, breaking through the heavy silence and snapping us out of our stare. “How many times do I have to tell you to quit serenading my sister? You know she goes all stupid and loopy every time you do it.”

Ezra smirks as a laugh bubbles up his throat and catches on the microphone, letting the sound reverberate through the garage as Rock and Dylan roll their eyes. This isn’t exactly a new conversation. It’s been like this since the very beginning, and while anyone looking in would think the connection Ezra and I share is somewhat inappropriate considering he’s three years older than me, everyone in this very room . . . they get it. Even Axel.

Whatever this is between me and Ezra, there’s nothing wrong about it. There’s nothing sexual or violating. It’s simply an emotional connection that’s never been pushed. Hell, had it gone anywhere, or if Ezra had pressured me in any way, Axel would have beat the shit out of him.

“Sorry,” Ezra mutters to Ax despite every single person in this room knowing he doesn’t mean it. A moment later, he looks back at me, and his whole face lights up like Christmas morning.

My smile widens, and I beam back at him as everything inside of me clenches. I know he’s made a point not to press anything physical between us, but would it really be terrible if he did?

Letting out a breath and not wanting my traitorous thoughts to become too obvious, I grip the laptop and spin it around, showing the guys the flyer. “What do you think?” I ask, watching the four of them creep in to get a better look at my laptop.

“Fuck yeah, Rae. That’s amazing,” Ezra says with his guitar flung over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on mine opposed to the actual flyer.


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