The food arrives and we share the pizza and fries, while I devour the burger and cauliflower.Conversation is easy while we eat.We keep it light and discuss arbitrary things like our favorite foods, the weather, and questions about my show that night.
I order another drink, but she switches to a diet coke, noting that she has to drive us back down a mountain.What I’d like to do is get a room here and hide away in it with her for the next twenty-four hours memorizing every inch of her body.Fuck the show tonight.
The thought stops my heart cold.I’ve never, not once in ten years, wanted to blow off a show.A sweat breaks out over my skin, goosebumps prickling in its wake.
Well, fuck.
This is new.
Haven’t felt this before.
Is this what having a heart feels like?
ChapterNine
Lily
I Was Made For Lovin’ You
YUNGBLUD
“Would you let me drive her?”
We’re standing outside the hotel entrance near valet, waiting for them to bring my car around when he asks.
“What about the drinks you had?”
He throws his head back as he laughs out loud.“Baby, I’m a rockstar.Two drinks are nothing.My tolerance is, well, let’s just say that I’m completely sober right now.”
“Well, you can’t be completely sober.”My forehead scrunching together as I watch him slide his glasses off, piercing me with a look that borders on haughty.
“Want to perform a sobriety test on me then, darling?”
He saunters a bit closer, grasping me around the waist before tugging me against his chest, a small gasp bursting from me when our bodies collide.“I assure you, I’m incompletecontrol of all my facilities, but happy to demonstrate if you need.”
My tongue darts out, wetting my bottom lip, our gazes locking, the best kind of tension sparking between us.
I arch a brow, tilting my head.“Can I trust you?”
“A little late for that question now, wouldn’t you say?”His hand slides up to grip the back of my neck as he leans down, his lips feathering over mine as he speaks against them.“But I promise I’ll take as good of care of your car as I have of you.”
“You have been pretty nice to me so far.”I concur, my body humming in remembrance at justhownice he’d been, but I wasn’t quite ready to give in yet.“Do you have a driver’s license?”
“You’re fucking tough.”He chuckles, pressing his forehead to mine, his fingers sliding into the hair at my nape.“Small but mighty you are, Kitten.”
“I hate when you call me that.”I pull my forehead from his and glance down.
“No you don’t.”He trails a finger down my cheek, using it to lift my chin until I’m looking into his eyes -those damn whiskey eyes.“You love that I have a nickname for you.Andthat’sthe part you hate.”
“What?”I sputter, ready to argue, except the car is suddenly beside us, any words I had lost as the valet driver walks over to us.
“Here you go my man.”Luc slides him a twenty before I even have a chance to catch up to the moment, and then strolls over to the driver’s side of the car, flashing me a grin that only the devil himself could sport and not feel guilty.
“You better not crash my car.”I point a finger, wagging it at him as the valet opens the passenger door for me.
I slide in, the door shutting behind me as I glare over at my unexpected driver.He cocks his head toward my seat belt, sporting a smirk.“Better buckle up, baby.”
“Luc, I’m serious.”I wrench the belt over my chest as I shoot daggers at him.
