the second rou

oah Sinclair leaned against the audition room's grand piano, looking annoyingly a

n't about to let some cocky, self-absor

the casting director an

ep breath and

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hers, and instantly, it

intense, and suddenly, he wasn't just Noah Sinclair-h

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flicker of something unreadab

closer. "And you don't get to say my

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was resisting the urge to reach for her. "You thi

as good. Too good. The energy between them was unden

sing the space between them.

Their faces were inches

o pull him closer, to do something. She forced herself to stay in ch

ve left a lo

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aving her disoriented. For a split second, she wasn't sure if she was still Soph

a beat before one of the

ed. Did that mean go

nce softened into something more unreadable. There was something in his ey

e her a slow, considering nod be

her glasses. "Well.

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ed. Chemistr

e, the smirk creeping back ont

urge to throw the

napping Lena's attention back. "You two

stomach

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ck with Noah Sinclair f

n his eyes, he was going t