Kelly
He seems like a keeper to me.
I can’t move quickly enough to hide Kelly’s message from Alexander’s view. He drops his phone on the duvet and snatches the phone out of my hand.
“A keeper, hey?” He raises his eyebrows.
My cheeks instantly burst with heat as my heart jumps to my throat.
She’s not wrong. I get the feeling that this really is developing into something more serious. Sharing the same bed for three of the last four nights is definitely more than just a booty call.
But I don’t want to feed his ego any more than I already did after tonight’s show.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I say, snatching the phone back. I stretch to put it on the bedside table out of reach. “Kelly’s never been a good judge of character. If there was a sport for poor judgment, she’d have enough to start her own team.”
“Is that so?” he asks, smirking, and leans over to kiss my forehead in a way that instantly sets butterflies off in my stomach.
It’s like every kiss, every touch, removes another brick from the wall built around my heart. It still feels too early to let him all the way in, but enough bricks have fallen over the last six days for him to be able to see over the wall to the vulnerable side of me.
“Talking of family members, I’m intrigued to hear what your parents thought of me.” I roll over, resting my arms on his chest, my chin atop the back of my hands. I stare deeply into his eyes.
I haven’t cared this much about anyone since...
Nope.
Nope.
You’re here with Alexander.
Stop thinking about him.
Ryan has slowly been clawing his way back into my thoughts with a fishhook ever since his text the other night. Even earlier at the venue, when I was riding Alexander’s cock, I closed my eyes momentarily and for a split second I pictured Ryan and not Alexander beneath me. Thankfully, Rob bursting into the room snapped me out of it, but the bitter aftertaste of the image still lingers.
“Earth to Christopher,” Alexander says, snapping his fingers in front of my eyes.
“Sorry, what was that?” I shake my head.
“The reviews have yet to come in, but I haven’t seen my mom laugh like that in forever.” His smile produces a dimple in his right cheek.
It’s a dimple I could fall into and stay lost inside of forever.
“You saw that?”
Given how big the O2 is, I’m surprised he could make us out.
“I couldn’t take my eyes off you all night.” His deadpan response makes me question whether he’s being serious or not.
“I just thought that was your lazy eye.” I allow my eyes to cross as I stare at him. I’m hedging my bets on the latter.
“Do you always joke around when someone is trying to be serious with you?” he asks.
The muffled sound of his phone ringing breaks the awkward silence, giving me more time to ponder my response.
Maybe I do?
Maybe I just want to keep him at arm’s length.
I know how hard I can fall when I do allow myself to catch feelings. That’s why I always sayCatch phrases not feelings.
