All-too-soon they’re coming off stage. They all hug and greet me—sweaty messes that they are. My mouth goes dry when Trace and Jace come off stage, shirtless, using said shirts to wipe the sweat from their faces.
“Oh my,” Shea sighs. I nod in agreement. Carter’s checking out Lucy’s ass in her outfit.
I laugh. “We’re all perving on our friends.”
“Hell yeah, I am,” Shea announces.
“Who better to perv on?” Carter asks.
“True enough. I need a water. I’ll be right back,” I tell them.
Shea touches my arm. “Someone can bring it to you if you want.”
I shake my head. “I need to get used to it, right? Plus, I have security.”
“Be careful,” she tells me.
“Always.”
We make it ten steps before I’m mobbed—but they can’t get to me. I’m surrounded by hulks. It’s just—I get a bit claustrophobic not able to see the walls of men. I duck between two of the guys and back into a corner.
“Are you okay?” Mike asks.
I nod. “I just needed space.”
He nods in return. They stand close but not too close.
All these people. Wow.
“Falling Down’s up next,” Mike tells me.
I move forward and find the room with the beverages. I grab two bottles of water, putting one in my bag before heading back out. I bump into Kennedy.
“Steady there, little mama,” he tells me, pulling me close for a hug. “You doing okay?”
I nod. “Fine. Crazy, right?”
“Awesome,” he corrects.
“Baby,” Xander yells with a huge smile. He’s wearing a thin tank and basketball shorts. His signature band-ware.
“Hey.” I return. “You look hot.”
His eyes darken. “I can make time…” he teases.
“One of these times I’m going to take you up on that. Show you how real women do quickies backstage,” I taunt.
He holds his hands (drumsticks in those hands) over his chest. “Be still my heart, wife. You speak straight to my loins.”
I laugh. “Did you seriously just say loins?”
He nods. “Loins, loins, loins. I’ll set yours on fire later.”
“Now you’re talking.”
“I’m gonna go out there with a semi,” he announces.
I smirk. “You’ll survive.”
