He blinked at me in surprise. “That wasnotwhat I expected.”
“I don’t know what we are.” I pointed back and forth between Riot and myself. “But I thought I should tell you immediately.”
“Did you sleep together, or did you have sex?” he clarified.
“Sex. It, uh, kind of happened when we went out to get medicine for you. Like, an hour ago.”
Riot chuckled and ate another bite of soup. “I have to admit. I didn’t expect that.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t plan it or anything, it just sort of—”
“What I mean,” he interrupted, “is that I didn’t expect that to happen so quickly. Cash is the kind of guy who takes a long time to consider an action before doing it. I’m surprised he didn’t wait several more weeks before mustering the courage to make a move. He must really like you.”
“I… really? That’s what surprises you? You’re not, like, mad?”
He put down his soup on the bedside table and smiled at me. “Why the fuck would I be mad? I don’t own you. We haven’t put any labels to whatever this is.” He mimicked my gesture from earlier, pointing back and forth between the two of us. “We’re just having fun, doing whatever feels good. When the tour is over we can figure out where we’re at and what we both want. But until then? We’re a band and we’re touring. We’re supposed to have fun.”
“Yeah?” I asked, still shocked by his reaction—or lack thereof.
“Yeah.” He laced his fingers into mine and squeezed them. “And baby, when I’m no longer sick? Maybe we can have some fun with Cash. Treat you the way you deserve to be treated. I can think of some fun combinations…”
He smiled suggestively, but then had to turn away as he erupted in a fit of coughing. After a few seconds, he slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to blow his nose.
So much for the sexy moment we were sharing.
“I’m going to let you get some rest by yourself,” I said.
“I don’t blame you for leaving,” he said, face red from coughing. “Thanks for the soup. You’re pretty fucking great, you know that?”
“I’ll take your word for it. Rest up.”
I blew him a kiss, then left with my container of soup.
Out in the hall, I thought about what he had said. How he was totally fine with me sleeping with Cash.
And the combinations he thinks we can do.
Was he really suggesting what I thought he was? It sent a sexy shiver up my legs just thinking about it. A threesome with Riot and Cash…
I was starting to fantasize about that when I rounded a corner and crashed right into Milo.
I staggered for a moment, the ceiling spinning as I lost my balance. But Milo’s hand snapped out like a cobra, grabbing my arm and keeping me from falling on my ass.
But my to-go container of soup flew from my hands, hit the wall, and exploded.
The momentum of Milo grabbing my arm caused me to fall against his chest. I stood there a moment, steadied by the tall drummer, his hand still holding my arm while the other one draped gently over my back.
“Woah now,” he said. “Hold your horses, Rox.”
“Shit. Sorry.” The fabric against my cheek was soft, and I pulled away and saw that he was wearing a polo shirt rather than one of the band T-shirts he normally had on. “What are you wearing? You look nice.”
“Laundry day. It’s, uh, the only shirt I have left.” He glanced at the wall. “Oh damn. You made a fuckingmess.”
White soup covered a section of the wall larger than a doorway. The container rested on the floor, an expanding pool of liquid spreading in all directions.
“Damnit.”
“I got you.” Without hesitation, he stripped the polo shirt and began using it as a rag to scrape the soup off the wall. I stared at his lean, muscular form as he worked.
