“You sure?’Cause you look like you’re deep in thought there,” she says, running her hand over my hair.
I grab her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm.“Thinking about you,” I tell her.
Daisy rolls her eyes, even as she leans in to kiss me.“Are you thinking about the band?”
“What?No,” I say, knowing the band is the last thing I think about these days.
She huffs out a breath like she doesn’t believe me before asking, “Where are they all?”
I suck in a breath, letting it out slowly as I scrub a hand over my face.“Sutton and Dean stayed on the mainland,” I start.“Pretty sure they’re both still there.”
“And Lacey?”she asks.
“Dunno,” I admit, knowing that when we broke up, it wasn’t good, and as far as I know, none of us have stayed in touch with each other.
I still don’t even know all the reasons for why it imploded so badly.I know me finding out about Daisy and Isaac is a part of it because I lost my shit when Owen called to tell me that.And I’m not sure I ever got it back.
Even I can admit I was an asshole to be around.
But then Sutton and Dean got involved in some shit with a girl, and Lacey started drinking and doing god knows what, and it all just went to shit.
“You don’t speak to them?”Daisy asks.
“None of us speak to each other,” I tell her.
“Really?”she asks, surprised.
Daze was around when we first got together.She went to school with all of them, just like me.She was there when we started to get some recognition and an album deal too, and she was there when we got the offer to head to the mainland to tour with this huge band as their opening act.
She saw it all, even though I left her behind when I went.
“Yeah, really,” I tell her.“It wasn’t good toward the end, babe, and I think we all just needed a break from each other.”
“But you were such good friends,” she says, a sadness in her voice.“And it’s been so long.I mean, you’ve been back for months now.”
I smooth her hair back, smiling up at her.“I know,” I admit, knowing that for all my words, I do miss it, miss them.
“Don’t you miss it?”she now asks, her eyes flicking to my guitar before her gaze drops to my chest, where she’s tracing a finger along my collarbone.
“I mean, there are parts of it I miss,” I admit.“But the shit at the end?No way.I’m glad that’s over.”
She lifts her eyes to mine, a sad smile on her face now as she says, “Maybe you should try again?”
“With the band?Nope, those days are over, babe.”
“But you loved playing,” she says, a note of insistence in her voice, almost like she’s trying to convince me.
I blow out a breath, knowing she’s right.I did love playing, still love playing.But playing in that band cost me Daisy, and now that I finally have her back, I’m not prepared to risk losing her again.And to be honest, with everything that’s happened, all the months we haven’t spoken, I’m not even sure how I’d bring it up with the guys.
“Yeah, I do.”
“So maybe you should...”
I’m shaking my head before she’s even finished.“I can’t lose you again, Daze,” I tell her.“I won’t.”
She leans in, giving me a soft kiss as she whispers, “You won’t.It’ll be different this time.”
She moves to pull away, but I grip the back of her neck, holding her to me as I kiss her again, deeper.“No, the band is done.”
