Give it a try, and let me know how it ends so I can prove to you no one wants my shit.
Also trying to ignore the fact that you smelledit…
I ran my finger over the ribbed material of the cuff of the sleeve. I got the feeling he was being modest. Did he not realize his effect on those who watched him on stage?
I think you’d be surprised.
And good. I have no explanation other than simple curiosity.
Eh. I doubt it.
So…
Curiosity?
Nope. Not going there.
Did the bus get fixed today?
Yeah, finally. We almost missed our gig, though.
I’m surprised you’re not busy right now. Shouldn’t you be sweeping your adoring fans off their unsuspecting feet?
That was earlier. You caught me at a good time.
Lucky me.
How was your night?
Do I need to beat anyone up today?
His message caught me slightly off guard, and my fingers froze over my phone’s keypad.
At dinner, things with Elijah had been normal. And that ease had soothed me.
But Damien was willing to fight for my honor just because someone had shown me unwanted affection. And Elijah stillbelieved it was my fault.
The realization buried itself deep in my belly, joining the uncertainty that had settled there before. Someone I barely knew cared enough to stick up for me, but the person who was supposed to always support me couldn’t be bothered.
It made Elijah look bad.
I swallowed hard as I moved from the counter to the couch. I pulled a blanket over my legs and chewed on my bottom lip.
I couldn’t pin down how that made me feel.
My emotions were all over the place. At complete opposite ends of the spectrum. One minute I was nervous and giddy, the next anxious and hurt.
No. It’s been a mild night.
And honestly, the only one questioning my honor was Elijah.
Good. I’ll rest easy knowing no one dared disrespect you today.
I couldn’t stop myself from asking the question.
Why do you care? You don’t even know me.
Maybe not. But no woman deserves that.
