I can’t believe I’ve found this great guy and had my first amazing show, all at the same time. I’m just terrified it won’t last. I’m not sure just how much heartbreak I can take.
“Get outside of your head,” Nikki says after a few seconds of silence between us. “Take this amazing energy you called me with and go write a song about it.”
“Yeah, you’re right.”
“I know I’m right. Your future is bright, and you might just have another person by your side to cheer you on along the way now.”
“I hope so.”
“Love you. Call me later when you have lines you want to run past me.”
I laugh out loud. “You know me too well.”
“I’m your biggest cheerleader. Of course I do!”
“Thank you, Nikki. I mean it. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
“I got you, girl. Talk soon. Bye!” she singsongs, making me laugh.
“Bye.”
12
Silas
Sometimes,I kick myself for being that guy who is always offering to help a friend. Ninety-nine percent of the time, I’m there and absolutely willing to help out where needed, but, man, today, I am at that one percent, really wishing I could have stayed home.
If I look at the big picture though, it’s probably good that I had to leave. This girl has done something to me for sure. I could have stayed in bed all day with her, and knowing we just met has me wanting to press the brakes.
I just don’t know if I can.
Watching her up onstage lit something within me I hadn’t known even existed. I was so proud, so turned on, so captivated. This amazing thing was happening inside me that put the biggest smile on my face for the entire show.
Now that I know what she feels like, I just want more. This morning took my self-control to an entirely new level. The things I wanted to do to her were so tempting; it was making it hard forme to breathe, but I had to pause and slow things down. Rubbing one out in the shower definitely helped as well.
Just thinking about her right now is giving me a chub, and the last thing I want to do is show up at my best friend’s house with a hard-on, so I lean over and turn the radio up, hoping Morgan Wallen can help distract me from the girl who’s been on my mind.
When I pull up to Myles’s place, I see him standing there, waiting for me, giving me the stink eye because I’m late. I guess I didn’t realize he couldn’t get started on his roof until I got here.
“Whatever, fucker,” I say as my greeting as I hop out of my truck. “Your ass is lucky I’m here at all.”
He tilts his head to the left and raises his eyebrows in question. “Was a certain singer in your bed this morning?”
“Yes, and I wish I were still there with her, but I’m here with your ugly ass instead, so let’s get to work.”
Once I’m back home, I shower and start working on the meal I plan on making tonight.
I learned real early that if I wanted good food, I had to learn to cook. Right out of college, I was a broke fool, and there was no way I could afford to eat out as much as I wanted to. The only thing I asked from my parents was if I could have their old grill. I’ve spent the last few years perfecting different ways to cook all kinds of things, so now, I just need to figure out what would be best for tonight.
After I decide on tri-tip, I head to the store to get the ingredients I need, then get cooking so it’s ready when she gets here.
By five thirty, I’m pacing my house, waiting for her to arrive. I can’t tell if it’s nerves or excitement or what, but I cannot sit still with so much anticipation running through me, knowing I’ll get to see her again.
I’ve never felt this way, and I’m not going to lie; it’s freaking me out, so I head to my liquor cabinet and take a shot to try to calm down whatever is going on inside me.
Six o’clock comes around, and she’s right on time. I open the door and have to pause as I take in her utter beauty. She’s wearing cutoff jean shorts and a flowy spaghetti-strap tank top that falls loosely around her breasts, making them look absolutely delectable. Add in her cowboy boots to match, and she looks like a country-girl dream come true.
“Hi,” she whispers when she sees me just standing there and not saying a word.
