Now this was the In Tempo concert of her lonely, teenage dreams.

Better than those old dreams actually.

They were on point tonight.

Jessica stood in the wings, watching them perform. They were even better than they'd been as teenage boys. Now, they were even more precise, their voices stronger.

And their bodies… Jeez.

Forget the guys behind him, it was Kendall who held her attention. Not to mention the rest of the women in a ten mile radius. He was tall, but not too tall. He was lean, but not too lean. He was muscular, but not too muscular.

He was freaking perfect.

Even from this distance she could see his gorgeous eyes, those smiling lips, that face with the high cheekbones and perfectly symmetrical features.

And that hair. Long enough to curl over his forehead, but not enough to cover his eyes or look sloppy. Just messed up enough to make you want to run your fingers through it.

God, he was gorgeous.

It should be illegal to look like that.

She sighed. Oh well, she might as well enjoy herself. She pulled out her phone and took a few pictures, dancing around a little bit. She thought about posting them on her Facebook page but decided not to.

Yes, it was cool that she was backstage. But it was also not cool if she looked like a groupie. Besides Kendall might not like it. She would just take a few pics for prosperity.

Before she knew it the show was half over and he was grabbing her hand, pulling her back to the dressing room as he left the stage. He collapsed on the couch and chugged a bottle of water. The guys were all fist bumping each other and wiping themselves down with towels.

Jess grabbed one from the stack and threw it at Kendall. He grabbed it and grinned at her, wiping himself down.

"So? What did you think?"

She pretended she had to think about it, until he growled. Then she smiled and gave him two big thumbs up.

"You guys still got it."

They all laughed. Kendall was watching her while he drank.

"Did you hydrate?"

Oops. She'd kind of forgotten to do that actually. She grabbed a water bottle and started chugging it obediently. She peeked to see if he was mad at her and froze when she saw the look on his face.

He was staring at her throat. No, lower. At her chest.

He looked hungry. Like he wanted to devour her.

He looked like he wanted to kiss her there.

Or bite her.

Oh my God.

He raised his eyes and smiled at her as if he hadn't just given her a visual fondling. He toasted her with his bottle. Then he got up to change. Before he left he came and stood over her, close enough that she could feel the heat coming off him.

"You're feeling alright? Not dizzy or anything?"

She nodded dazedly. He had a strange effect on her. She did feel dizzy, but that was because of him. Not that she was going to tell him that.

Jessica wasn't that dumb.

In just a few minutes they were all changed into matching suits and fedoras. They looked gorgeous. She swallowed nervously when Kendall grabbed her hand and pulled her up the sloping hallway towards the stage again. Then he bent over her hand and kissed it.

Her jaw dropped at the intimate look in his face before he ran back onstage.

She held her hand against her chest, wishing there was a way to preserve the feeling of his palm against hers. Or his lips. His soft and yummy lips.

Tingles didn't begin to cover it. It felt like tiny earthquakes up and down her arms. And the butterflies he was giving her felt like little tornados in her stomach.

Jessica realized she was out of her element. Way out of her element. She had to decide whether to enjoy it a little while longer or to run for the hills. Part of her really felt like getting out of there was the safest bet.

That way she wouldn't get hurt.

Then again, what was the harm in enjoying the show?

Or flirting a little bit with the best looking man she'd ever laid eyes on?

He wasn’t just handsome either.

Never mind that he could sing or dance. Never mind that he was famous and filthy rich.

He was nice.

And he seemed to really, really like her.

Just a little while longer, Jess… she would wait and see what he said after the show. It was insane, but she had the crazy feeling that he wanted to kiss her. Even if she did look like she was sixteen years old.

He definitely liked her, at least a little bit. That much was obvious.

The weird thing was that she could tell it wasn't in a perverted way, like some of the guys who asked her out with little girl fetishes. It seemed almost like he was battling himself. Like he knew he shouldn't kiss her, like he shouldn't even want to.

He thought she was underage after all.

But he did want her. A little bit at least. Kendall Jackson, international rock star and serial model dater, wanted to kiss little Jessica Sheffield.

And by God, she wanted it too.