She slumps even further and winces. “Oh… shit, fuck! Now I’m the diva, aren’t I?”
Everyone besides me smiles as she pouts, looking at Danger, who’s chuckling. “Told ya, babe.”
“But two bags are my foundation shit.”
“You have two bagsjustfor makeup?”
She gives me an actual smile. “No, my charity work.”
“Oh…” I glance up at Nate, and he smiles down at me.
“Okay, I’ll take three bags, half the load. Is that okay, Tillie?”
Tillie laughs and nods.
“There’s gotta be a joke in there abouthalf a load,right, Tillie?” Ryan asks.
Tillie slaps his chest and rolls her eyes as Lunar steps up to her bags to cull them.
I turn to Nate, and he smiles at me. “Is it just me, or did we kind of have a little bit of a halfway decent conversation then?”
“Not sure I’d class it as a conversation, but it was better than it has been.”
I lean up on my toes and kiss him as another car pulls up. Matt steps out, whistling at us as I let out a soft laugh against Nate’s lips, pulling back slightly.
“If you get us confused on tour, Zaria… I won’t hold it against you if I can holdyouagainstme,” Matt calls out.
Nate rolls his eyes and flips his brother the bird.
“Plus, I’m better looking,” Matt adds.
I can’t help but laugh while Nate groans.
“That’s my line, douche,” Nate calls back to his brother.
“Yeah, but it’snottrue when you say it.”
I laugh again, and Nate pokes me in the ribs, making me jump on the spot.
“Hey, you, don’t side with the evil twin.”
I grin. “Never, only you.”
He smiles, leaning down to kiss me gently, and my fingers thread through his hair.
Just then, exaggerated slobbering noises sound beside us. We break apart to find Ryan passionately ‘French kissing’ his own hand with dramatic flair. I can’t help it—I burst out laughing as he catches my eye and smirks, clearly pleased with his flamboyant performance.
“That’s what you guys look like… kissing fiends, slobbering maniacs, horn dogs… it’s gross. Get a fucking room.” He smiles so wide it’s contagious.
“You and Tillie are much worse,” Nate defends.
“Oh, I know. It’ssucha turn-on, isn’t it?” He slaps Nate’s head and runs off in the opposite direction. He’s full of energy, and compared to how he used to look when Recoil was first on the scene, he’s toned up well and looking great. Plus, he’s super cute.
I have to admit, the whole band is hot, but Nate captivated me right from the start. It was his eyes and the deep, somber tone to them, the longing, the need to find somewhere to belong.
I know that look.
I see it in the mirror every day.
