I need to wrap this night into a bubble we never have to leave.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
BONNIE
Performance days are always a fuckingblur.
Wake up. Caffeinate. Soundcheck. Press. Photos. Shovel down some fucking food. Try to take a break and touch some grass because the fact that this is our lives is a wild dream that I need to make sure isn’t just in my head.
And then play for thousands of chanting fans who know our lyrics by heart.
It’s fucking insane, and it’s my favorite thing in the entire world.
I could live on the stage for the rest of my life and never get tired of it.
However, right now, sitting on the grass with Zeb while we wake up and wait for all of that to come… It’s one of my favorite moments, too.
I’m still reeling from last night, still coming down from the high of the whole night—fighting with and fucking Gemma, stealing glances and flirting with her all night at Foster’s party, even convincing her to join in on one of the video games.
I needed that.
I needed her to put me in my place, to call me out on my default push-back.
And for a few hours, I didn’t think about the phone call.
She left me a couple of hours after midnight when we got in from Foster’s party. And despite my valiant attempt at getting her to stay with me, she shook her head, kissed my hand, and told me she’d see me in the morning.
“If you need me, my trailer is right there,” Gemma says, pointing at the one nearby.
“I need you,” I say, swaying in the door. “Don’t even leave. I need you.”
“Bonnie…” Her eyes dart to my lips, and before she has a chance to leave, I kiss her.
I swear, my heart has never dropped the way it does when I kiss her.
Even with Kelsey… it didn’t feel exactly like this. Kissing Gemma makes my toes curl, my hair stand. I lose myself in every blissful second, and I can’t say that I want to ever recover.
I rub my hand behind my neck and close my eyes, replaying it over and over as the sun hits my face.
My back hits the side of the trailer when I pull her into me. I can feel her trying to stop, trying to control this beast that surfaces every time we’re near one another. And finally, after a few moments, we part, both of us breathless.
“That’s why I can’t stay,” she says, her chest heaving. “I won’t be able to stop.”
I swallow and nod, my heart racing. “Okay.”
My phone buzzes in my hand, and I peer down at it, eyes finally opening.
GEMMA
Did you survive the night?
I smile at the screen.
Barely.
I went to your trailer early. Thought I could kick Kade and Liam out so I could have you for breakfast.
Sounds like something Bonnie-with-her-shit-together gets to experience in the future.
