“What?!” Levi exclaims, throwing his arms out, looking like a rough, lost puppy. “What did I miss?”
“He only has two hundred photos, and all of them are of Lily!” Trinity squeals, jumping up and down on her butt.
Amelia jumps at the foot of the bed, looking like a princess.
“So? Damn right, he should. That’s his girlfriend.” He raises his brow, not getting how this is a big deal.
Amelia walks over to him and kicks him in the shoulder. “You’re a boy. You don’t get it.”
“Next time, we won’t let you join in on girl time,” Trinity growls, grabbing the phone and flicking through the photos.
He has a photo of me doing anything you could ever imagine—sleeping, getting ready, eating, working, lounging in the dressing room, sitting in a row of seats while he’s at sound check. Pictures of me grumpy, happy, hungry, and sad.
“Elijah!” I yell at the closed door.
He comes rushing in, panicked. “Where is the fire? Did someone break in? Is someone bleeding?” he stammers out, looking all over the room. His chest settles down when he sees us all relaxed and not in life-threatening conditions. “What the fuck is happening right now?” he asks more to himself. Rubbing his eyes with his fists, he blinks rapidly. “Is that a little girl? Because there is no way I’m seeing Levi huddling with all the girls.”
Levi scowls and drags himself away from us, looking like he wants to do anything but that. “Don’t ever speak of this or else I’ll post that picture I have of you.”
“Do you hear this?” Elijah turns to me, mouth agape. “He’s blackmailing me!”
“Yep,” he chirps, passing him and patting his shoulder.
Elijah looks so frazzled. I motion him to come to me, and I reach out and pull him when he’s within arm’s reach.
He falls to my side and pulls me into his body. “What did you want, Sweet Cheeks?”
“I went through your phone.”
He mumbles into my neck, “Okay … and?”
“And I discovered an old habit of yours still lives.”
The girls giggle.
Snorting, he says, “Care to enlighten me?”
I hold up his phone so he sees what I’m looking at. “The only photos on your phone are of me.”
Rising and leaning on his elbow, he looks at me so intently. “I only like taking pictures of things that blow me away with their beauty.”
This man … is he even real?
My cheeks grow scarlet. “You travel the world and see so many beautiful countries. You should have more pictures.”
His dimples deepen when he smiles, making him appear softer. “That’s what the internet is for. I’m saving all my storage for one pretty little lady.”
“Oh my God!” Trinity yells behind her palm.
She drags Amelia off the bed, and they leave the room, slamming the bedroom door shut, giving us much-needed privacy.
“Have I told you I love you?” I muse, climbing onto his lap and getting comfortable because this is where I belong.
Mischief twinkles in his eyes. “Yep, but how about you show me that you love me?”
And I do.
Over and over again.
