Huh?
“Best deal I’ve ever made.”
Huffing, he leans over to kiss the top of my head and settles back in. “So this is where you’ve been hiding, huh? It’s a nice place. Smells like you.”
It does, but hopefully soon it’ll smell like us.
How did I even get here?
Chapter Twenty-Two:
Eternally Yours
Bash
I can’t even string words together as I spill my load down my girl’s throat, a deep groan leaving me that’s drowned out by the thud of music.
Adrenaline pumps through my system so violently I struggle to stay focused, but she knows exactly what I need. She always does.
She placed one hand on my bouncing leg and ordered everyone out of my dressing room, falling to her knees before the door even clicked shut.
We’re headlining a festival tonight, and the nerves of something going wrong always fucks with me, but right now as Ipet Alaina’s face and catch my breath, I don’t feel anything but her. “I love you.”
She’s the only person in the world I’ve ever said those words to, and they feel so fucking good to say, but almost even better to hear back.
“I love you,” she parrots. “You’re gonna have a blast tonight, baby. Just remember you’re fucking good at this and festivals are your playground.”
“I love how wild everyone is, the energy is everything.” Helping her to her feet, I kiss her lips and inhale her hair. “Are you ready to watch me on stage for the first time since I became yours?”
I was always hers, we just didn’t know it yet.
“You have no idea. I basically get to see you live for the first time all over again,” she admits. “The first time, I didn’t know who you were, I just liked your music. The second, I knew exactly who you were but you didn’t remember me yet. And now? I get to know who you are, love your music, and know you’re mine.”
God, I’m fucking obsessed with her. “I like how you say things,” I admit, kissing her again because I can’t help it. “You always make me feel on top of the world.”
“That’s where you belong. Now get out there and bring everyone else to the top of the world with you.”
Grinning, I nuzzle into her neck with a playful growl, and then slap her ass when she begins to walk away. “I better hear you scream for me.”
Turning to smirk at me over her shoulder, she offers me two words. “You first.”
I wink at her because I know it makes her weak, and then watch her leave.
These last few months with her have solidified the fact that I’ve been searching for her my whole life. My ghost girl bled into my lyrics whether I realized it or not:
“My safe space is colder without you.”
“Have you forgotten me?”
“I can protect you now.”
“We should have run away, or held each other in the flames.”
“My only moods are grey and blue.”
All were lines I screamed at the end of my most painful tracks that no one truly understood. She seeped into my bones and left a yearning behind that made me want to smother it with alcohol, but not anymore. The yearning I feel is much different now, and she cures it with everytouch, hell, every fleeting glance she bestows upon my unworthy being.
Chuckling, I store that away to use on her later, ditch the Downtown Abbey romantic thoughts and remember where the fuck I am.Whothe fuck I am. Thousands of people are out there waiting for me, and the most important one in the world is going to be watching my every move. I need to kill it.
