"Yep," I told him. "I have a nightlight in my room."
He laughed, taking a step forward. "For some reason, I'm not surprised." His hands reached up to land on my shoulders, squeezing them lightly and I let the flutters of attraction fly through my belly. "You know there's nothing to be scared of, right?"
I shrugged and looked behind me. "Have you seen scary movies? There's plenty of stuff to be scared of. Freddy Krueger, Michael Myers,Chucky. I didn’t want to shower alone for about a month after I watchedIt.No thanks."
Sacha smiled that big grin that made my chest flutter. This was all new and sudden, but at the same time, not really. This had been coming, hadn’t it? Even Eli wasn’t teasing me or making faces. That had to be a sign. This—him—was easy. Effortless. It just felt right.
It probably should have been strange that less than a few hours ago, I didn't even want to speak to him, but it wasn't. He liked me. I liked him. And Ronalda was out of my Happy Meal.
What more could I want, besides a naked Sacha?
"If they come after you, I'm there," he chuckled.
I laughed, thinking of how my baboons would leave me to die if it came down to it. "Unless we have to climb up the side of a building."
"In that case, it was nice knowing you,” he snickered.
Oh dear God. I loved it. I really loved it.
"Disgusting and Gross, ready to go?" Eli asked.
Taking a step back, I turned my head to see my brother and Gordo standing there, smirking. I rolled my eyes. "I don't think we're getting on."
He gave me an incredulous look. We'd been riding roller coasters together from before I was even tall enough to ride, so he knew there was a legitimate reason I wasn't getting on. "Why the hell not?"
Sacha made a noise in his throat, and I knew he was getting ready to say something. But I didn't want to do that to him. To tell Eli Barreto you had a weakness was the equivalent of bleeding within a mile of a shark.
"I need to go number two," I blurted out before thinking and immediately cringed. Of all the things I could have said…
Sacha snorted.
My twin nodded without batting an eyelash. "Got it." Of course he would. If there was anything in the world he took seriously, it was taking a shit.
A few minutes later, he and Gordo trotted off toward the entrance to the Eye. Sacha groaned for a minute before leading me after them. "Come on. If I pass out, at least break my fall."
My chest tightened again at his small act of braveness. For me. Because he knew I wanted to get on. "I swear I won’t tell anyone if you faint."
"You're too kind," he smirked with wide eyes, looking up at the attraction again.
As soon as Eli spotted us in line, he threw his arms out to the sides and asked in a voice that was way too loud, "I thought you needed to take a shit?"
Chapter Twenty-Three
"Flabby, I'd love a massage," Mason blatantly suggested, bumping his shoulder against mine.
I bumped his back. We were sitting in our new bus: a fancy double decker that made our U.S. bus seem tiny. The first floor had the kitchen and living space, while the upstairs had the bunk area. At that moment, Mase and I were sitting on one of the couches eating fish and chips that my brother had scrounged up somewhere before the show ended.
It had been a great first day. The first two legs of the Rhythm & Chord tour had been amazing, taking us all over the U.S. and Australia, but London had been beyond perfect. The crowd was different. The energy was different. And I was enjoying the hell out of the fans with their accents.
"Mason," I bit into a fry. "I'd love to not have a period, but we don't always get what we want."
He barked out a laugh, dipping his fish into my vinegar. "Well, I'd love it if you didn't have a period either, you damn psychopath." Mason winked at me before pulling on the end of my ponytail.
I snorted. "I'd love it if you took a shower."
"I did!" he gasped, knowing he was full of shit.
"Yesterday," I laughed.
