The bond between us is unmistakable.
Something has shifted.
We’re bonded now more than ever, and I know now I can’t leave his side—even if he wanted me to.
He pulls back and shakes his head, his soft smile reaching his eyes. “That was intense.”
Nodding, I grin. “So intensely good,” I reply, my breath still heavy.
Danger leans in, kissing me briefly before letting my feet fall back down to the floor. He takes a deep breath, running the back of his fingers up and along my cheek, caressing it tenderly as he glides his thumb along my skin.
“Fuck, I missed you,” he states.
I can’t help but giggle, dipping my chin in agreement. “I don’t ever want to fight again. Promise me we will talk shit out next time either of us feels uncertain about something?” I ask him.
His fingers continue to caress my skin, and he nods. “Open, honest communication from now on. I swear.”
Smiling widely, I glance at the bathroom. “So, shower?”
He raises his brow. “I just got you dirty, and you wanna get clean already?”
Spinning, I waggle my ass as I head for the bathroom. “Who says we’re not going to keep it dirty in the shower?”
A low growl echoes from his chest before he starts rushing toward me.
I let out a squeal, laughing as I take off running, and he begins the chase.
Yeah, it’s so fucking good to be back.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
LUNAR
May
We’ve been in China for a few days on the Asian leg of the tour. Danger and I are blissfully happy in our bubble. Recoil is performing great and is being received exceptionally well by its Asian fans. Danger has just performed at the Beijing National Stadium, also known as the Bird’s Nest, in a packed-out stadium, and the crowd was crazy.
We thought the Aussies loved them. Well, it seems the Asians really dig their sound, and it also appears that, with the hype of me helping my family and brother through the foundation, plus Techie's statement that I have no affiliation with the MC, the public has gone from shunning me to loving me.
It’s been a complete one-eighty.
Things haven’t been a complete breeze, though. Seeing Nate for the first time was strange, and when Danger, Nate, and I are in the same room, tensions are always high. But Nate keeps to himself now, knowing I’m not going to budge.
When I first saw Effa, I had to resist the urge to lash out. I wanted to rip out her hair and claw at her eyes, but then I reminded myself she didn’t actually do anything wrong. She was simply being his friend when he needed her the most.
So, I should be grateful to her. And I am. We are getting along okay. We have to, considering they have joined us on the Asia leg of the tour as Recoil’s opening band. Danger didn’t want to find another opening band, and their collaboration is so seamless that it seems foolish to stop the momentum.
As we’re about to leave the Bird’s Nest, I hold onto Danger’s arm, heading for the exit. They are on a high from theirperformance tonight, and we’re on our way to the after-party. When the doors open and Kane steps out, his posture is rigid. His tension puts me on high alert because if your bodyguard is tense, there’s a reason.
We approach the parking area. The limousine is a short distance away, but just off to the side is a group of girls.
Danger glances at me, then at Ryan. “Flank her, Ry,” Danger orders.
They stand on either side of me while we try to walk to the car, but it’s of no use. One of the girls turns around, spots us, and screams so loudly that I actually jump.
“Get to the car,” Kane calls out.
We move at a fast pace toward the car, but the girls are quicker and block our path. They scream, mobbing around us as their hands claw at Danger and the guys while they surround and protect me. The girls push and pull as all of us are tossed around like a damn washing machine. My heart races, the scene in front of us like something you would see in a freaking movie.
