Andi eyes him. “This looks way too serious for sunrise,” she teases him.
He smiles and sinks his arm around her waist, kissing her cheek this time. “Morning, beautiful,” he says to her.
I kind of hate how perfect they are.
But I also envy them immensely.
I want that with Bonnie more than anything.
Andi smiles softly and turns her attention to me. “How is she?”
“Ah… Passed out,” I say, fumbling with the cup. “I don’t really know much more. She didn’t say much last night.”
Andi nods. “I get that. Is it okay if we see her later?”
I push off the steps and glance behind me at the closed windows to the bedroom of the trailer. “You’re all her safe people. I would never block any of you from seeing her. She’s your friend.”
“Well, I just meant…” Andi pauses to sigh. “Actually, I don’t know what I meant. God, I hate this. I’m immediately treating her like she’s broken or something and notBonnie, my friend. She’s my friend. Obviously I can see her later.” She sinks her head into her hand, and Mads squeezes her waist.
“She would flip me off and tell me to get a grip if she heard me right now,” Andi says, looking at Mads.
He chuckles. “Yeah. She would,” he agrees. He tugs on Andi’s waist. “Come on. Let’s go get breakfast and come back.”
Andi nods. “Do you want us to bring back anything for you?” she asks me.
I hold up the coffee Mads gave me. “Got my coffee,” I say, nodding at the bassist.
He pushes his arm around her shoulders and turns her around to leave, and I hate the look he gives me before they walk away.
Goddammit.
I’d rather him be yelling at me. I’d rather him rage, throw things, and scream at me. I’d rather him fight me and punch me in the face.
Not this. Not whateverthatwas.
That was more petrifying than any threat I’ve ever been given.
Zeb pauses to chat with Kade outside the security trailer, and I take the opportunity to get back inside, check on Bonnie, and get myself together.
Warning.
Warning.
Fuck.
I grab one of the pillows from the couch and kick it across the trailer, immediately regretting the action when my foot strikes the table. My knees hit the ground, and I slump backward onto my ass, bringing my knee into my chest so I can massage my bare foot.
When are you going to tell her?
I don’t know.
I don’t know how.
How do I say it without completely losing her?
I knew it would hurt when it came time to tell her, that it wouldn’t be easy. We’d fight, and I’d beg and plead and surrender anything she wanted if it meant her forgiveness.
I don’t think I ever thought I’d be in this deep with her when I had to tell her, though.
