“Do you mean it? You want me to be your girlfriend?” I search his eyes for sincerity, hoping to find the truth behind his words.
“I can’t bear the thought of seeing you with other guys. Especially Nate. And knowing we’re not official is driving me fucking crazy. So… will you?”
“Of course. I always wanted to be a rocker’s girlfriend.”
“Liar,” he declares firmly, and I know that’s correct.
“True. I always pictured myself as a biker’s Old Lady. But being a rocker’s girl has amuchedgier appeal.”
He grins. “Just so you know, I’m actively working on my damaged side.”
“I know. I understand your pain. I swear, I won’t put you through that.”
He places my feet back on the ground but continues to look into my eyes, his thumbs running circles on my hips under my shirt. “You’re nothing like Ella, so I know you couldn’t hurt me like she did. But I’ll need time to break down my barriers.”
“We’ve got all the time in the world, big guy.”
“Yeah… I guess we do.”
I lean forward, tangling my fingers in his hair, and tug his head toward mine, pressing my lips to his.
“Get a fucking room!” Ryan’s voice interrupts, and I break away from Danger in a burst of giggles.
Ryan dashes past us shirtless, like a wild man. He is certainly one of a kind. But I adore him.
“Let’s head back to the hotel. I might have a Valentine’s Day surprise waiting for you,” Danger suggests.
Waggling my brows, I smile. “Really?”
He grins with a nod. “It’s about time I spoiled you.”
“Will you two fuck off already!” Ryan calls out, racing past us half-naked again.
Bursting out laughing, I grab Danger’s hand and start dragging him off. “Yes, we need to celebrate.”
“Yeah, we do!” he replies, then bends down, lifting me over his shoulder. I let out a small squeal, the others laughing as we go.
I can’t stop the smile creeping up my face.
Best Valentine’s Day EVER!
DANGER
One Week Later
Over the last week, we’ve experienced quite a surge in popularity. Luke arranged for us to appear on the morning showBreak of Day. We played three songs, and the crowd went wild. We knew the Australians loved us, but we didn’t quite realize how big we had become until we performed on the morning show.
Girls were screaming and caught up in a frenzy of excitement.
There was even a red carpet, and the line of people waiting stretched for city blocks to catch a glimpse of us. It was all so surreal but amazing, and it’s all thanks to Luke’s expert management.
Our songs are now dominating the airwaves, and we are splashed across the headlines of Australian newspapers. With only a bit of publicity, it’s as if we’ve transformed into an overnight sensation, propelling us from local pubs and clubs to stadiums. We have gigs lined up, and tickets are selling out within minutes of going on sale. The hype surrounding Recoil is buzzing, which has me buzzing.
But there’s still plenty of work to be done.
Lunar is having a FaceTime session with her mom and Stuart while Effa and I are back at it, working on this duet again. We had hoped to have it finalized for the opening night of the first show in Melbourne, but it seems unlikely to happen now.
It’s a scorching February day in Australia, so I’ve removed my shirt to beat the heat while Effa remains in her usual freak mode, clad in a onesie. How she wears that in this temperature is beyond me, but everything the girl does is a little peculiar.
