I want to roll toward him to see what’s happening, and maybe a little to gauge what he’s thinking.
It was pretty random for me to climb into his bed last night, but I couldn’t help myself.
“It’s twenty to eleven,” Damian says, and the sounds of the curtain being opened fill the air. “I was about to wake your lazy asses up, but I figured you needed the sleep. However, we have practice in an hour, so…”
I roll over, coming face-to-face with Declan’s shirtless chest.
“Got it,” Declan grumbles, yanking the curtain closed. “We’ll get moving.”
Damian laughs, and based on the sounds, I believe he moves out to the living room area of the bus.
I’m unprepared for how sexy “sleepy Declan” is when he turns to me. He leans back against the pillows, making each of his strong muscles flex. My nose twitches, breathing in his salty, beachy scent, and I have to bite my cheek to keep from whimpering.
Holy shit.
Smelling him hits me on a whole different level without having taken my suppressants yet this morning. That seems like a very bad sign…
“Thanks for letting me crash in here last night,” I mumble, scrambling over him. “I need a drink. I’m dying.” Only, I’m used to having a lot more space in my room, and I smack my head on the top of his bunk in my attempt to flee.
“Careful,” Declan growls, reaching a hand to cradle the back of my skull. He keeps it between me and the ceiling until I’m at the curtain.
I make my move to escape and mumble a quick, “Thanks.”
I watch Ravvi a little too much during our practice set. The way he bolts with Riot and Creed following the end of sound check indicates that I’m going to have to get crafty.
Maybe even a little aggressive.
My designation might be seen as meek and afraid to make the first move.
I, however, am not.
It’s yet another reason why I’m convinced the universe got it wrong when making me an omega.
That’s okay, though.
We all get to break out of the boxes we’ve been put into.
The dressing room is loud as we funnel inside a few hours later.
Ravvi and Damian stick close together, laughing and talking among themselves. I stay focused on getting myself into my stage attire, but I’d skip hair and makeup if I could. Unfortunately, being decked out is part of my contract, so I don’t fight with Candice as she drags me over to my chair.
I try to covertly keep an eye on Ravvi, but apparently, I’m not stealthy enough.
Riot and Creed make their way over. Creed tosses himself down on the chair next to mine while Riot comes around the front of my seat.
“I feel like I’ve barely seen you.” Riot smirks, patting my knees as he squats in front of me. “How’s life?”
With how violently Candice gathers my hair, it makes it complicated to roll my eyes.
“You stole Ravvi away. I want him back.”
Creed snorts.
“You can have him back at any time…” Riot simply raises an eyebrow. “Ifyou’re going to treat him right. Are you planning to pull your head out of your ass, Clover?”
My eyes narrow.
My first instinct is to snap back.
