“I had the best dream,” she told me, stretching her legs against mine. The soft material of her shorts ran along my bare leg.
“Oh yeah? What kind of dream?” I asked, my mind instantly going to the gutter. I ran my hand along her bare shoulder, and she giggled.
“Not that kind of dream,” she rebuked, though her hand moved down my chest, settling on my lower abdomen. My dick stirred, hardening beneath her curious touch.
“So, tell me about it then,” I said, smiling.
“I was singing on an outdoor stage. You were there, and so was Calum and Evan. Lara too. We were playing at a benefit concert for something.” She frowned, trying to recall the dream. “Anyway, my mom was in the crowd and my dad was there too. He was smiling, like he was proud of me.”
“He is proud of you, Connor,” I told her, drawing her close. “That’s plain to see.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I don’t think he’s against the music aspect so much as he is the invasion of privacy, and I don’t see how I could ever get him to come around on that.”
“Yeah, that’s a tough one,” I allowed, thinking about how the gossip magazines were already running articles about me and my mystery woman. They’d freak out when they found out exactly who that mystery woman was—my best friend’s little sister. I wasn’t looking forward to it either. I knew it would create more animosity between Michael and me. “It can be invasive. Our fans are interested in our lives, and gossip rags are interested in making money. That can and has created problems in the past, as you know…”
“I know,” she assured me. “I’m not afraid of that, or what they’ll say about me. I’m just worried it’ll upset my dad and make it harder for him to accept what I have with you.”
“It might,” I told her honestly. “But that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that we want to be together, right?”
“Right,” she agreed.
“So, it’s settled. We’re together, and fuck what anybody else says about it.” She looked at me, those green eyes full of a thousand unspoken words and shining with devotion.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I reached over for it, glancing at the screen long enough to see that Tai had group texted the boys and me. Sighing, I tapped the screen, bringing the text message conversation up on my phone.
Tai:Interview booked at Sound Waves Radio for 11:00 am Wednesday morning. All three of you must be there. They want you to perform a few songs after your interview.
Sound Waves Radio was the station that had been running non-stop commentary on us being back. Speculating on whether Calum would pick up where his grandfather left off in the wake of his death.
Evan had already messaged back, saying he’d be there. I replied too, letting Tai know I’d also be there. Finally, Cal replied, saying he’d be there too.
Cal:But I’m not talking about my family life.
My phone buzzed again, earning me a curious look from Connor. “It’s Tai messaging us about an interview,” I explained, about to set my phone down again. But then it buzzed with another incoming text.
Tai:Come on, Calum, you’ve gotta give them something. Maybe just talk about how you’ve rekindled things with your high school sweetheart?
Cal:Fine, but questions about my father are off the table. I don’t even want him brought up or I’ll walk off.
Calum’s text message was quick and to the point, his anger and hurt still fresh.
Of course, Tai—and Evan for that matter—had no idea what had transpired the night before.
“What’s she saying?”
“She wants us to do an interview this week for Sound Waves Radio.” I shrugged. “Cal’s just letting her know what topics are off the table.” I set my phone down on the nightstand and lay back down, turning my head to watch Connor.
“Are you going to tell them about your girlfriend or am I an off-the-table topic?” she teased, her lips curving in a smile that lit me up from inside. Connor was breathtaking when she smiled, and though we’d been spending a lot more time together lately…those genuine smiles had been far and few in between.
But this morning, Connor looked almost peaceful. Not at all how I expected her to be after last night’s discovery.
“Maybe,” I teased. “They might ask me about my mystery woman. I might tell them I’m in love with her. Would you be okay with that?”
“I guess so.” She bit her lip, gazing at me with adoration.
“Good. Because if they ask, I won’t deny it. Not anymore,” I told her, tugging her on top of me and looking intently into her eyes. “You’re it for me, Connor, and I want the whole world to know that.”
She blushed prettily, her cheeks pinkening beneath my heated gaze, and lowered her lips to mine. She kissed me sweetly, pulling back enough to look at me. “I want the world to know I’m yours too.”
