“I’m sure it will.”
He nodded, rubbing at the side of his head again as his eyes strayed to the chunk of my head that had met a death with Carter’s clippers weeks back. Sacha tipped his chin up. “Are you planning on shaving it again?”
“No. I’m lucky if I get two haircuts in a year; keeping up with it is too much trouble. I’ll just look dumb until it grows back in. And it’s probably way too cool of a haircut for me anyway.”
“You’re cool.” He smiled. “Most of the time.”
I sort of choked but still laughed. “Oh, thanks for such an awesome compliment.”
“It’s what I’m here for.”
I rolled my eyes playfully, settling my back against the headboard. “Sometimes I feel like I’ve known you my entire life, and other times, I ask myself what the hell I was thinkingtrying to be your friend.”
The grin that took over his mouth astounded me. “I’ve thought the same about you. What would my life be likeif you hadn’t kicked me in the ass?”
I crossed my eyes and groaned, earning a bright laugh from the guy next to me.
“I’ve never met anyone I’ve felt so comfortable with so quickly,” he said like it was nothing.
Why did he have to be so sweet? I pushed that question into the back of my brain and beamed at him, appreciating what he was saying. “I’m picky with my friends, you know.”
"So I should feel honored that I'm your best friend?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow while a goofy, crooked grin covered his lips.
I couldn't help but snort. "We're best friends?"
He sat up a little then, nodding with that same ridiculous smile on his face. "At least."
Wanting to focus on his words but being too scared, I waggled my brows at him. "How old am I?" I asked, knowing he had no idea.
"Twenty… three?" he asked, twitching an eye.
"You’re fired. I'm twenty-six.” I groaned, flicking his thigh in return. “What's my favorite color?"
He made another face. "Blue?"
"How did you know?"
"You're always wearing blue," he boasted with a wink. "What do you think my favorite color is?"
I stared at him right in the eyes. "Pink, duh."
He blinked those long fanning black lashes once and only once. “Do you have any idea how easy it is to love you?”
There was no way to respond to that. Plus, he was joking. I mean, he was joking, right? Instead of taking the risk of saying something I’d regret later, I reached forward and attempted to flick him in the forehead, but he caught my hand. I tried to yank it back, but almost punched myself in the face instead. I scowled.
"What's your favorite thing to listen to?" I asked, figuring that since we were on a roll getting to know each other a bit more, I might as well take advantage.
"You know, I don't have anything specific I like," he answered, pursing his lips. What a typical musician answer. "I like and hate everything. I can listen to anything as long as it's good. What about you? Kidz Bop?"
I threw my head back and laughed. "Oh yeah, I’m so glad you told me about how catchy it was.”
Sacha smiled and made a gentle, amused noise in his throat that sounded faintly like a snort as he fluttered those thick, long eyelashes in my direction. "I'll send you the rest of my collection when I get home," he teased me. When I grinned at him, his expression softened and his eyes flickered down to my hands. "You haven't been with anyone since you and Brandon broke up?" he asked abruptly.
The question sort of threw me for a loop since I wasn't expecting it at all. But that void that I felt for my ex was numbed and so insignificant I couldn't bother to remember anything about him that used to mean something to me. "No," I told him simply. "I thought my heart was broken for about a little bit. Then I was too pissed and depressed with life to bother with anything besides school for a while. Now, I’m just minding my own business, enjoying the tour, taking advantage of being the captain of my destiny for a little bit.”
And having a huge, massive crush on you that defies all sense, I thought.
He nodded thoughtfully. “No regrets, then?”
