He nudged me again. “You make fun of me on a daily basis… I fear for my safety when I’m around you…”
“Oh, shut your trap!” I started laughing.
“All I need is for you to start farting on me—“
“I would never do that!”
He made a face that made me laugh harder.
“I would never do it on purpose, at least!”
Sacha gave me this huge grin, his straight white teeth on display. “That sounds more like it.”
Oh God. I shouldn’t think it was funny that he would think I’d fart on him— because I wouldn’t—but I did. Especially when he started nudging me with his elbow. I just nudged him right back.
The next thing I knew, we were both elbowing the other, each of us trying to aim for the other person’s thigh until he hit his target and I squealed like a pig, making him laugh so loud the people in the rows in front of us turned to see what the ruckus was about.
I smacked his shoulder with my open palm. “You ass.”
With another big grin, he grabbed my hand with both of his much larger ones. His fingers were cold. “Do you think I’m mean to you?”
“Yes,” I said it but I really had my attention focused on the fact that he was holding my hand between his. Did I try to pull away? No, as stupid as it was.
“I’m not joking. Do you think I am?” he asked, his husky voice lowering in what I could assume was an attempt to be serious.
I smiled at him. “No. Why would you think that? I like the way we play around,” I told him because it was the truth. Sure, I played around with Eli and Mason but that was different. Even my ex didn’t like to joke around with me a quarter of as much as Sacha did.
“Are you sure? Carter is still mad at me for the whole penalty kick incident.” His thumb grazed over the knuckles of my hand gently once and only once. His gaze strayed to my still-bruised jaw.
“Yes. I mean, you’re an asshole for kicking the ball at my face but it’s fine,” I told him, watching his pale eyes drift to my chest quickly. “But you bruise my money-maker again, and I’ll kick you in the nuts.”
We both laughed at the same time that the lights in the theater began dimming. Isaiah appeared at the bottom of the stairs, walking up with his hands full of treats. I pulled my hand out of Sacha’s grasp to grab some popcorn from the bag that at some point had ended up on his lap.
He raised an eyebrow at me when I stuffed my mouth just like he had, but before he could pipe in, I hissed, “If you call me fat, I’ll make sure Eli farts on you.” The words slipped out of my mouth before I could stop them.
Sacha shrugged before leaning toward me. “If it goes to your ass, I won’t say a thing.”
I couldn’t…
I was…
Pleased. A little too pleased.
Chapter Ten
Once upon a time, I had nothing against San Francisco.
I’d been there before a handful of times with Ghost Orchid, and I liked it as much as anyone could possibly like a city that they didn’t spend a lot of time in. After the day I’d had, exactly six shows after jabbing my ex in the throat, the city would forever be tarnished by the memory of all the shitty things that happened. I wouldn’t go as far as to say that it was the worst day of my life, but it sure as hell wasn’t the best.
When I woke up to cramps that rivaled giving birth—at least I imagined so—I hopped out of my bunk as fast as I could.
Only it wasn’t fast enough.
My brother of all people had just been getting out of bed at the same time and happened to see the huge red stain I’d been worried about.
“Holy shit! Flabby! What the fuck?!” he barked, pointing and laughing. Literally, he was pointing and laughing at me.
I flicked him off before grabbing my bag from the floor, where we all left our stuff, and darting into the tiny bathroom to take care of business.
