Your name–
A secret I’ll take to the grave.
Your touch–
Something that I’ll never claim.
You’re pushing back, can’t hold the line,
Pressure building under different lights.
Drip, drip, dripping in my love,
Don’t let me go, don’t give me up.
Your face–
I see it when I close my eyes.
Your love–
A burning, aching fire inside.
We’re tangled up in lust and memories,
Don’t want to come up, don’t need to breathe.
Drip, drip, dripping in our sin,
Where you begin, and where I end.
The last notes of the guitar reverberate into silence, and then the crowd goes about as wild as my heart is.
Shawna lets out a long, low whistle.“You’re so screwed.”
She’s right. I know I am. This thing between me and Jesse has gotten too real, too big, and it’s starting to bleed into the outside world. I’m scared, but not enough to stop. Because maybe, just maybe, what we have together might be worth it.
TWENTY
JESSE
I’m wiggling in my seat, feeling antsy as hell as the small plane finally touches down on the tarmac. It’s all I can do to stay in the car. There have been more paparazzi than usual lately, including a few sightings of drones popping up where they shouldn’t be. Cory and Tad are working on a few strategies to take them down so we can trace the culprits, but in public spaces, there’s not much we can do.
Rumors have been stirring, and while it’s nothing worrisome yet, I don’t want Luc to be put off from getting closer. The more I have of him, the more I need. I probably wouldn’t tell him this, because it’s not his responsibility and it’s also probably super weird and would scare him off, but I’ve felt more like myself than I have since we went on our first tour. And I attribute it mostly to Luc. Talking to him every day, and touching base throughout the day when we are able, keeps me tethered.
It also helps that our schedule is a lot less hectic right now, and being sober definitely helps me appreciate the little things. I’m not feeling as overwhelmed as I was when we first got back to the states. Even on our longer stretches of press rounds andconcerts, I haven’t gotten to that itchy, overstimulated place where it feels like I’m outgrowing my skin.
More than anything, I feel happy–truly happy–and hopeful for the future. I’m motivated and enjoying life like never before. I look forward to every day that I get to talk to him, and every night brings me one day closer to the next time I’ll see him. I know it’s corny as fuck, but it’s how I feel.
I’m pretty sure I’m in love. Like the gross, swoony fairytale kind.
Right now, I’m so excited that I’m about to vibrate straight through the seat. I can see him stepping off the stairs that lead down from the jet, and now he’s walking across the tarmac towards the car. I told him I was sending Cory to pick him up. The consensus was that it was safer to travel separately, but there was no way I was going to wait even five more minutes, much less half an hour, to get my hands on him. So, here I am, tucked back in the corner of the limo SUV I originally thought was overkill, but am about to make very good use of. Let’s just hope Cory doesn’t feel the need to peek back here before letting Luc into the car.
My heartbeat ratchets up the moment I hear voices getting closer. I adjust my position so much that I worry I might be shaking the car. Luc slides in, thanking Cory before the door is closed.
I can’t even manage a hello. For some dumb reason, I feel like I might cry if I try to say anything. Gone is the plan to pose myself all sexy and give him a seductive welcome. Instead, I pounce.
Luc sucks in a little breath of surprise, but recovers quickly, kissing me back and pulling me tightly against him. Considering I shoved my tongue in his mouth right away, it doesn’t even takea full second before things get heated, and I’m moaning into his mouth, writhing on his lap. His hand moves up and down my spine before finally settling on my ass.
