The door flies open and I’d be on my ass right now if I’d still been pressed up against it.
“Cookies? Yay!” She grabs the box from me, opening it as she turns around, motioning for me to come in. She’s wearing the same tank and shorts she had on the first time I came here, but she’s left off the worn out hoodie she had on over the top.
“I thought we could finish hanging out since you had to leave so quickly earlier. Plus, I thought you and Alex might like some cookies to soak up the alcohol,” I tell her, glancing around for her phone. Getting inside was only step one of the plan. Step two is to find her phone and delete that message.
Shit, I don’t see it anywhere.
Becca flops down on the couch, cookie box in her lap. It doesn’t look like she has her phone with her. Maybe it’s in her bedroom?
“So, what have you been doing all night? I’m sorry I had to leave earlier. I’m sure you get it.” Becca stuffs another cookie in her mouth. “These are so good. Where did you buy these? I can’t even believe how good they are.”
I scan the room while walking to the couch. That fucking phone has to be somewhere. I can’t just walk into her bedroom, though. Maybe if I say I have to use the bathroom, I can sneak into her room when she’s not looking? That could work. I’m already by the couch now, though, and it would look weird if I turned around to use the bathroom now. I’ll give a few minutes before I go.
Sitting down beside Becca, I reach into the box and grab a cookie. “I called a client and went to the shop to work on her tattoo.”
“You went to get a new tattoo? Ooh, show me. Show me.” Becca bounces in her seat. She’s giddy when she drinks. It’s cute.
“No, I worked on her tattoo,” I tell her. “She came in for an extra appointment because I had some time available unexpectedly and I want to make sure I finish this for her before we go back on tour.”
Becca turns to look at me, eyes wide. “You’re going back on tour? Already? But you just got back.” She throws the box of cookies down on the coffee table and tackles me to the couch, throwing her arms around my neck as we fall. “I don’t want you to go yet. I’ll miss you.”
This is most likely the chance of a lifetime considering how skittish Becca says she is about being touched, so I wrap my arms around her as quickly and tightly as I can. I tip my face down, hugging her with my whole upper body, and inhale deeply. She smells a little spicy, like she did the night we met. I need to find out what shampoo she uses so I can smell it all the time.
No, wait. That’s creepy. Isn’t it?
“I’m going to miss you too, babe. But we’re not leaving for a while. We’re home for six months. We can still see each other all the time until then.” I pull her against my chest, kissing her head. “And we can call each other text when I’m on the road. Maybe you can come out and visit for a while, too.” I’m not sure how that will work if Connor and Alex don’t work out this problem, though.
He was the one who was attacked, but with her history of breakups due to boyfriends cheating on her, I don’t know if she’ll have it in her to forgive him. I’m sure she’ll want to, but with how much baggage she carries from that, who knows if she can. And never mind the mindfuck it would be for her to be with the lead singer of Sleeping Dogs.
Connor has so many pairs of panties thrown at him when he’s on stage he could open his own really gross lingerie store.
“You mean it?” She pushes herself off of me and reaches for the cookies again. “That would be amazing. I could get so many amazing shots of you guys. Do you know who you’re bringing with you as an opener yet?”
I sit up again and snuggle right against her. “We’re not sure yet. Denise is looking into it. I think it would be good to see what direction this album goes in before we commit to anyone. I always like it better when the opening act’s sound vibes with ours, you know? It’s too disjointed for me when the musical styles are complete opposites.”
“That makes sense.” She brushes crumbs off her shorts and stands up. “The guys you had at the last show were good. What were they called?Lives that Cared?I liked their sound.” She bends and grabs my hand, pulling me up. Drunk Becca is not as hesitant to touch me as sober Becca was last night.
“Yeah, they’re good guys. Young. A lot younger than we are. They’re still in the partying it up every night part of their career. Some days I feel like we’re winding down.”
“I know what you mean,” she says, dragging me around the couch. “I can’t drink like I used to. I’m going to have a horrible hangover tomorrow.”
“It might be to admit it. We’re getting old. Pretty soon we’re going to turn into our parents,” I chuckle.
“Eww, gross,” she says. “Speak for yourself. I am never turning into my mother. She’s literally the worst person on earth. I may get old lady hangovers but I refuse to be like my mom.”
“You never know,” I say with a laugh when she glares at me. “Maybe you’ll get a young lady hangover instead,” I add with a wink.
Becca’s been slowly dragging me along behind her throughout this conversation, and it appears we’ve arrived at our destination. Her bedroom.
What the hell?
I mean, yeah, I was trying to get in here to find her phone, but I didn’t expect that she would grab me and drag me here herself.
“Uh, Becca?” I ask before she pulls me into the room. “What are we doing here?”
She laughs. “Going to sleep. Attempting to avoid a hangover.”
“Is that a good idea?”
