I grab the shampoo and conditioner from my suitcase, not bothering to dress up for the jet. Today’s itinerary is to travel to Montana, set up, and chill. The show’s tomorrow, so I can save the sparkles for Rimrock Auto Arena.
Inside the ensuite, I crank the shower and let it roar to life before stripping off my G-string and stepping under the cascade of scalding water. It crashes over me like a waterfall of fire, scrubbing at the grime of the show and the night. My muscles unwind under the steady pressure, but my mind won’t stop spinning.
His fingers in my hair.
The weight of his body over mine.
The way he kissed me like I was the only thing tethering him to this planet.
Clenching my eyes shut, I try to scrub it all away. Him. The memories. The disappointment.
What will be, will be.
Everything happens for a reason.
Believe that, Effa.
I lather up quickly, the fruity burst of mango and citrus scents helping reset my mood.Sort of.The tension ebbs from my shoulders, and I take a slow breath, forcing my smile into place.
It’s fake. But if I wear it long enough, maybe it’ll stick.
I towel off, wrap my hair, and walk naked back to my suitcase, grabbing a pair of panties and a matching pink lace bra. Just as I fasten the clasp, there’s a knock at the door.
Hope flares in my chest.
Maybe he came back.
Maybe he needed some space.
Maybe…
I rush toward the door, not caring that I’m barely dressed. My heart’s in my throat, my smile locked in place as I yank the door open and say, “I knew you wouldn’t leave like tha—”
Shit.
My smile dies.
Jett stands there, wide-eyed and grinning like he’s hit the damn jackpot.
“Oh…so notwho I was expecting,” I mutter, my voice low and thick with disappointment.
He gulps, eyes dragging over me far too slowly. “Umm… did I interrupt something?”
I exhale sharply, guiding my fingers through my damp hair. “No. Doesn’t matter.”
Jett’s expression softens. “You okay? You look… I mean, you look incredible, but also kinda wrecked.”
I glance down at myself. The lace is barely covering anything. But I don’t flinch. It’s no different than a bikini. I own my body, and I always have.
“I’m just having a crap morning,” I admit. “Did you come for something?”
He perks up. “Yeah! I wanted to see if we’re good to start the extended sets in Montana tomorrow?”
I raise a brow.
Could have waited.
Could have asked me anywhere else.
