I feel him glaring as he follows me, but I refuse to acknowledge him. Where was I? Ha! Where was he? Better yet, what was he doing?
My whole body stiffens when I step into the kitchen. “What happened to my donuts!?” I cry, seeing the trash can piled high with boxes. There isn’t enough room for them, so some are on the counter. The boxes are all smashed in, like someone beat the crap out of them. I spin around, shooting Travis a scowl. “What did you do?” I demand, jamming my finger into his chest.
“Me? Your donuts nearly broke my goddamn neck! Why would you leave them by the door? It took me forever to clean that shit up. I had to shower and everything!”
I want to laugh, picturing him falling over a pile of donuts, but I’m too upset. “Stay out of my room! I can’t believe you!” I throw my bag on the counter and yank out the bottle ofwine. Unscrewing the top, I take a long drink as I shoot daggers at him.
“Ellie...” he says so calmly it grates on my nerves.
I keep drinking until I need to catch my breath, then I place the bottle on the counter. “Have fun with your little groupie tonight?” I can’t fucking help but ask. And I hate myself for it.
His brows fly up. “Groupie?” Confusion wrinkles his forehead, then a slow smirk spreads across his face.
Anger prickles my skin. My face burns to the tips of my ears. I don’t get jealous. I’mnotjealous. I’m pissed that I let myself get sucked into his orbit again.
“Why the hell are you smiling?”
“I just didn’t know you got jealous, and I didn’t know it would turn me on so much. Fuck, I’m getting hard right now.”
I don’t mean to look down, but my eyes are traitors and always so eager to see his dick. I snap out of it. I’m mad at him. When I meet his gaze again, his knowing grin grows bigger.
“You can go.”
“We need to talk.”
“Don’t think we do.” I glance around, wondering how he managed to destroy four dozen donuts. I got a variety from different places to test out. I wasn’t going to eat them all. I was going to share them with the guys and crew in the morning.
“I saved some. They’re over there.” He points to a plate at the end of the counter. “Come here.” He grabs my hand and leads me over to the bed. “I’m sorry about my text. I know what happened now. I’m sorry I thought even for a second you’d rat me out.”
I shrug, pretending to study my nails.
“Calvin’s fired,” he says, and I can’t help but perk up at that. I don’t feel the slightest bit guilty, either. Bye-bye, bitch.
“I saw you talking with him before the show. It looked like you two were scheming.”
He shakes his head. “I was telling him I don’t need any more.”
A pinch of guilt hits me. “Oh.”
“I meant it when I said I was done.”
Relief washes over me. Somehow, I just believe him, even if maybe I shouldn’t. “I came to find you after the show. He said you were with someone and didn’t want to be disturbed.”
He lets out a humorless chuckle. “That prick.” My brows lower as I study him, but he squeezes my leg reassuringly. “My ex showed up tonight and found her way backstage.” Heat flares in my gut. Damn jealousy rearing its ugly head again. “I left her ass in the greenroom, crying. I had nothing to say to her.”
And just like that, it’s tamped down.
He sighs, searching my face. “What are we doing?”
I swallow. “I have no idea.” It seems we’re both aware of the tides of our relationship changing. Morphing into something more. Something too big to ignore.
His hand comes up to cup my chin, and he leans close, his breath fanning over my lips, making them tingle. “I don’t want to stop.”
Hope swirls in my stomach and up my chest, spreading warmth throughout my body. Something in the back of my head screams danger! Abort! But I’mtired. Tiredof fighting it. “Me either,” I whisper.
A surprised expression takes over his face right before he slams his lips to mine. My mouth parts, eagerly welcoming him. Using his tongue ring, he rubs against mine with perfect strokes that send a signal to my vagina.
Wake up, girl! It’s happening!
