I’ve been able to feel it in my soul since the first time I laid eyes on her.
You’re going to want to apologize,a gravelly male voice says. It’s unfamiliar, so I would normally avoid taking the advice out of principle, but I have a feeling he’s right.
Do ghosts or spirit guides stand around, watching everything the living do? That’s creepy, and I think about it often.
Other times, I don’t care.
Let them watch.
It’s not like they’ve got anything better to do than supervise my clusterfuck of a life.
God.
I’m too jaded to not even be twenty-five.
Cove doesn’t stop marching away from me, and I frown.
It feels like I’ve been chasing that woman for my whole damn life.
At what point do I accept that I’m just not what she wants?
“I’m sorry,” I call out. “In case it matters, I wish I could go back in time and make you not hate me.”
“I don’t hate you,” she calls over her shoulder. “I’m just never going to be the perfect little omega housewife that you want.”
I stop dead in my tracks as my head tilts. “Who the fuck said I wanted that?”
She keeps walking, and my head falls back. You can barely see any stars with the light pollution from the city.
“I hate this so much,” I mutter, diverting to the twins’ bus.
I can’t be cooped up on a tiny tour bus with her right now.
The bus rocks gently as we finally get moving. I was wasted before Riot and Creed made it back to the bus with the gaggle of women they brought on to hang out for an hour. I’m sure they would have been willing to travel to the next city with us, but Bellamy put her foot down.
I don’t understand why the twins even bother. They rarely, if ever, hook up with anyone, but they do love to party. I shouldn’t be an ass. They know how to treat the fans to the experience they all crave, and that means there’s less pressure on Damian and me to do it.
Part of the fantasy is that any lucky fan could catch our eye. It’s what brings them to the shows. Well, that and our music, but there’s a particular group that only pop up because they want to fuck a rock star.
They’re shit out of luck where Damian and I are concerned, so it’s nice to have the twins around to temper some of those expectations. Even then, they’re big on flirting and making out, but it’s rare that I see them disappear with anyone. They must get that from their dad.
Issac was a pro at keeping the fans happy and making them feel like they had a great time, but he’s always been sickeningly in love with Love. He never played when it came to making sure the groupies knew he was locked down.
Then again, I always do my best not to imagine the things that went down when the old-timers were on tour.
Speaking of tours…
We’re the most cock-blocking tour to have ever toured.
Fuck.
I’m too high for my thoughts to even make sense.
Luckily, I had Bellamy around to play defense with the groupies, so I didn’t have to shove any handsy women off my lap. While we aren’t related, we were raised as one big-ass family pack. She’s more like a cousin than sister, but she’s vicious when she needs to be, which is convenient when I don’t want to have to be the bad guy.
I get it.
We’re a once-in-a-lifetime experience, so I always try to stay upbeat and friendly, but it’s also a fine line to walk. One wink or smile, and some fans think that means I want to hook up with them.
