"Come here, I'll keep you warm," Mason heckled from his spot a few feet away.
I rolled my eyes and snickered. The members of The Cloud Collision were slowly trickling out of Customs and baggage claim since they'd lined up last with their work visas. I’d been fine coming in as a tourist on vacation.
"I'm sure one of us has an extra jacket you can borrow," Gordo said.
Not offering to let me borrow his.
Frowning, I walked around behind my brother and pressed myself, arms still crossed, against his back to block some of the wind. "So what's the plan?"
"What plan?" Eliza asked.
"Are we getting another bus or what?" I screeched when a particularly cold blast of wind hit us from behind.
Eliza laughed. "That's why I like you, Flabs. You're always up for whatever without worrying about the details."
"And that's probably why I always get in trouble with you," I snickered against his shoulder. It was true. Growing up, Eli would say “Let's go” and I'd go without questioning where. My trust in him had always been astronomical. Sure we'd get into trouble for being out of the house too long or doing things we shouldn't have been doing—this was namely just Eliza—but it had usually always been worth it.
He looked at me over his shoulder. "We're staying in hotels and the promoter is driving us around."
I nodded against him. It wasn't like I really cared if we were on a bus again or not, but the idea of sleeping on a real bed regularly sounded amazing. "Do I get my own room?"
"You're sharing one with me," Mason claimed.
"In that case, I'm sleeping in the hallway."
Eli snorted. "Dude, I wouldn't want to share a room with you either after that stunt you pulled—"
"I was sleeping," Mase groaned.
My brother didn't even wait for me to ask what Mason had done before he started talking. "I woke up one night when we were sharing a room a year ago, and this motherfucker was jacking off five feet away. I kept yelling, but he wouldn't wake up until I threw the phonebook at him. He's the reason why we don't share rooms anymore. I'll pay for it out of my own pocket so I don’t have to see that disgusting shit ever again."
"I was asleep," Mason echoed his earlier explanation.
Eli made a disgusted sound. "Whatever you say, man. Everybody is getting their own room anyway. I'm hoping to get some Aussie puss—"
"Please stop talking, I don’t want to know," I cried, pressing my forehead in the crack between his upper arm and ribs.
"What don't you want to know?" Sacha's voice asked from behind me.
Turning my head to look at him, I saw he was already wearing a bright red hoodie. I grimaced in his direction. "Eli wants to get laid, and I don't want to know about it."
He smiled. Miles and Carter were trailing behind him, pulling along their own suitcases. "I don't blame you." His eyes swept over me huddling into my brother. A frown came over his mouth. "Where's your jacket?"
"I didn't bring one," I said, wrinkling my face. "No one told me it was cold here."
Sacha didn't even hesitate, unzipping his hoodie, dropping his backpack to the floor and pulling free from the sleeves. "Here," he said, holding it out in my direction. "I don't want you getting sick." The right side of his mouth lifted in a soft smile.
Bless this wonderful, sweet, thoughtful man.
"Thank you!" I slipped that sucker on faster than I put on my bra after a shower in a cold room. The inside was already warm from his body heat and it had that distinct clean scent that I associated with him. It was two sizes too big, but I couldn't have cared any less.
He nodded at me, crossing his arms over his chest. The dark, thick tattooed bands on his arm popped against the simple white of his shirt and the gray of his sweat pants. He was way too good-looking for his own good, and I think that the fact he was so casual about it, so indifferent to his shockingly striking face, added to his appeal.
"You aren't cold?" I asked, being a perv and eyeing his nipples to see if they had perked up.
"Nah. This isn't that cold."
"Excuse me." I mocked him, rolling my eyes playfully. “But seriously, thank you. You’re a real gentleman.”
