This is how I sleep
No, it’s not. I never saw you sleep without a shirt on
You never saw me sleep period. Beds were not for sleeping when we were together
He had a point. Our relationship back then did not even involve cuddling. I blushed at my randy younger self, flopping back on the bed.He did the same.
Oh my god, Rory, we were so bad
The worst. Your poor mother. She had to know we were in heat twenty-four seven. And you were the worst. I was trying so hard to be respectful of her and then I’d feel movement and you’d have your hand down my pants
We both muffled our laughs, me covering mine with a pillow.
What can I say? You turned me on… and on and on
Rory shifted to his side, the smile on his face fading.
God, I miss those days, Grace
Me too
There was a wistfulness to the next words he typed.
We were so good together
I reached out my hand. He stretched his across the aisle. Our fingers laced into each other like they’d never left. Like we were still floating down the lazy river on the cusp of a love that would last and last.
* * *
Rory
Hi
Grace
Who’s this?
Ten days had passed,but our routine hadn’t varied much.
Move your curtain and look to your right
I peek-a-booed from behind my curtain. Rory was posed on his side, arm overhead, legs open and crossed… and so very naked, save for a sheet slung precariously over his junk. I squeaked, clamping my hand over my mouth to keep the sound in.
This was us. Every night. Every single night. Show or travel day. Rain or shine. Alcohol or apple cider. Rory and me, we had our text talks. Sometimes we just talked. But other times, usually when the liquid courage was flowing, we got our frisk on. Thanks to noise-reducing earplugs that had showed up on every bunk after that first night when Matty’s snores kept everyone awake, I wasn’t as worried about the others hearing my hushed squeals and giggles.
Plus, Tucker had moved out of the bus, after entering the bathroom on day five following an incident where Mike had dropped a deuce in the communal toilet. Tucker stumbled out, gagging.Jesus Christ!he’d screamed.It looks like a peanut M&M blew its head offin there.
That was when Tucker opted to spend his own money on flights and hotels over having to endure the indignities of bus living. Apparently, those were perks he’d negotiated into the contract when he was manager of AnyDayNow, but Sketch Monsters wasn’t big enough to warrant such expenses. Yet.
The tour blew past the three-week mark. We’d started our travels with a flight to Vancouver and had been zigzagging our way through the Western states, hitting the biggest cities along the way. A downward trek through California would culminate in back-to-back shows in Los Angeles before our tour hung a sharp left and took us through the heartland.
I turned my focus back on Rory. His flirty vibe was doing something for me.
Rory
Your turn
Grace
