That they had chosen to let him into their world—into their protective and private circle—was more overwhelming than the fame of Rez.As they rounded the corner a crowd of awed looks and excited faces met them. “Da sind sie!” screamed a blonde girl sporting a T-shirt that announced “If I can have an all-access pass, then later so can you.”Evin wrinkled his nose, but he didn’t have long to contemplate the meaning before he was rushed. He and the other three members of Rez were surrounded by at least thirty screaming German fans, and Evin had no fucking clue what they were saying.“Hey, watch those hands,” Finn shouted.Evin’s ears rang with the sheer volume of the screeches, adding to the disoriented feeling as he was pushed and pulled, groped and kissed. A hand landed on his crotch, another on his ass, and still another fisted in his shirt, pulling hard enough that the light cotton material started to give way.Holy fuck, he was being ripped apart.“Not the hair, anything but the hair,”
