She nodded and blew me a kiss that I blew back before we each logged off Skype. I was putting the computer to sleep when two large hands curved over my shoulders.
"Have fun talking to Laila?" Sacha's voice was low as he spoke.
I looked up at him, grinning. "Always. I miss her."
He smiled back at me before bending over to plant an upside-down kiss on my lips. "Your brother's looking for you. He has a splinter he can't reach, and he refuses to let anyone else try to get it out."
Of course. "Doctor Flabby is on her way."
He snickered. "If you were a doctor and your picture was online, I'd probably become a hypochondriac," he chuckled, taking a step back.
Getting off the chair and slipping the laptop under my arm, I smiled at the guy in front of me who was too good looking for his own good. "Thank you?” I blinked. “I think."
He slipped an arm over my shoulder and pulled me to him a little roughly. "I'd even let you give me a rectal exam."
We both laughed so loud it echoed down the hallway. Honestly, I’m surprised I didn’t fall on the floor but that was probably because we were side-by-side.
"Let me go sign up for medical school right now," I told him, slapping his stomach with the back of my hand.
“I’m ready to spread them whenever you are.”
Oh my God. I burst out laughing again, slapping my hand over my face. “Let me invest in a good flashlight then.”
He dropped his arm and kissed my cheek all sloppy, wet and perfect as he laughed. "Where have you been all my life, huh?"
"In Texas?" I offered with a stupid face.
Sacha just shook his head, grinning, before squeezing my wrist and linking our fingers together. "In that case, I'm glad you got out of there."
It wasn'tuntil we got to Zurich that we were able to stay in a hotel. The hostels we'd stayed in while the bands played Frankfurt and Stuttgart were fine, except I'd been stuck sharing a room with my brother, Mason, and Gordo both nights. The first day I woke up, they'd drawn whiskers on my face with a marker. The second night, I made sure to sleep face down with a sheet over my head. Assholes.
"I have my own room," Sacha informed me when we were in the van heading to the hotel.
I raised my eyebrow at him, grinning. "Oh, really?"
He nodded, narrowing those gray-blue eyes in my direction. "Stay with me. I've missed your big butt up against me."
"Of course you have." I leaned into him. "I'll get Carter to share a room with me so I don't have to listen to Eli singing about you and me sitting in a tree tomorrow morning."
Sacha shook his head, smiling huge. "He told me earlier that if I knocked you up while on tour, we'd have to get married and name the baby after him."
I threw my head back and laughed. "Oh God."
He shrugged. "I'm okay with the terms." Sacha kissed my cheek before lowering his voice. "Let's get started tonight," he teased. At least I think it was a tease.
"What?" I squeaked because the whole baby thing kind of scared the shit out of me. I loved kids, I just wasn't sure if I wanted them anytime soon. Or ever.
"I'm kidding," he smiled gently, reaching out to hold my hand and squeeze it. "At least about the kids. We’ll have to figure out something when I have to leave again."
The reminder that this between us was so new, that he lived in one state and I lived in another, sat oddly in my chest. I was so used to seeing him nearly all-day every day that I wasn't sure what we were going to do once the tour was over in a couple weeks. I didn't want to bring it up right then. Sacha saying that we'd have to figure out something gave me a sort of reassurance that he was willing to have something to work on once life went back to normal.
When we got to the hotel, I followed Sacha to his room, flicking off my brother when he started moaning from down the hall, "I'm going to be sick."
I hadn't gotten used to how much smaller everything seemed to be in Europe. The rooms were more compact, and even the shower stall was narrower than I was used to. But I wasn't going to complain as I dropped my backpack on the floor next to the double-sized bed.
"You want to shower first?" Sacha asked.
"You can go first. You're faster than I am," I told him.
