I respect him more for leaving it be.
Honestly, I don’t know how I am so fucking lucky.
So I take his hand and lead him toward the bathroom.
One Week Later
We fly to Melbourne this morning to start preparations for Recoil’s first official Australian tour.
The guys have a press conference this afternoon, but their concerts don’t start for a while, as they’ve been rehearsing with the opening band for a few weeks, and no one knows who they are yet.
Luke has organized everything.
They’re an up-and-coming sensation, apparently, and Luke said that because Recoil is new in this country, they have to take who they can get. They can’t afford to be picky. So Luke and Recoil didn’t go through the normal selection process.
We touch down at Melbourne’s Tullamarine Airport and file off the plane. Heading through the arrival lounge, a small, and I mean small—about seven teenage girls—descend upon Recoil.
I drop Danger’s hand and let him do his thing with the other guys. Danger and Ryan chuckle when they shake their heads at the girls.
“This is nothing like we had in the past,” Ryan murmurs before they race off and start signing autographs and taking photographs with their incredibly limited adoring fans. I stand back, watching in slight awe of how Danger works the crowd.
They love him.
Adore him.
He has a way with people.
Of making them feel special.
Somehow, even though there’s only a small number of fans, he knows Recoil is going to be huge. There’s an arrogance about him, but that doesn’t take away from the persona he exudes. In fact, I think it’s part of the appeal.
Everyone loves the bad boys, right?
I’m sure this little ensemble of fans is nothing compared to what awaits him.
As I stand back, I see it—the sold-out stadiums and mass of screaming fans.
Danger was born for this, and I am so glad I’m part of it and here to witness his rise.
Luke steps up to me and tilts his head in observation. “How does this all make you feel, Lunar?”
“This? This is great. I love how the teenagers adore him. It’s great they appreciate Recoil’s music.”
Luke narrows his eyes. “What if the girls were in their twenties and throwing themselves at him?”
My eyebrows scrunch together, and I turn to face him. “But… they’re not?”
“No, but this is only the tip of the iceberg, Lunar. Once their fan base grows, the fans get older, and they become more like groupies. The vibe changes. How will you handle that?”
I turn my head from side to side, cracking my neck, and exhale. “Well, that’s all part of it, isn’t it? But in the end, I know he’s going back to the hotel room with me.”
A smile spreads across Luke’s face, and he grips my shoulder. “Good girl. Just remember this conversation.” He walks off, grabs Danger, and raises his hand, stopping another photograph.
“Sorry, ladies, but I need to get these guys moving. We have concerts to prepare for.”
They all groan in disappointment, but Danger chuckles. “Will we be seeing you at the concerts?” They all cheer. “I’ll keep an eye out for y’all!”
They scream, jumping around in excitement while Luke tries to drag Danger away. I smirk when Nate glances over at me, a slight frown crossing over his face. He glances from me to the screaming girls who are fawning all over Danger. Nate knows that the attention on Danger is equal parts thrilling andterrifying for me, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to show it to anyone.
