"Nah, it endeared us to you right away, you were hooked."
He doesn't say anything to fight it so I know I'm right.
The lights dim again and we all turn to see Rhys walking back out. Some whoops and cheers of appreciation start from the sections above us so I pull out a wolf whistle of my own.
But I nearly choke on the air when he steps up on stage…in a kilt.
And my jersey.
Fuck. Me.
His strong, muscular, perfectly hairy legs are on almost full display under the tartan.
Two girls shove past me excitedly. "If we get close enough I wonder if we can see under it!" One of them squeals.
A growl rolls in my chest because what's under that kilt is mine and mine alone.
Rhys, the cocky bastard, makes eye contact with me, winks and then hikes his kilt up an inch on his hips, exposing even more of his body to the world.
Slut.
My handsome, thoughtful, emotional, wonderful, little slut.
"Thank you all for being here tonight. This tour means so much to me. I wrote these songs at a rather turbulent time in my life."
"We love you Rhys!" Someone calls out from the crowd and his husky laugh fills the air.
He chuckles into the microphone. "Love you too. But, this next song is for the man I love the most. And it's called'Mirror, Mirror'."
Emmett and Aiden look at me and I shrug, Bryson claps me on the back, and Crosby grips the top of my shoulders.
"Is he about to serenade you?" He asks excitedly.
"Ohmygosh this is the best thing ever." Harper giggles as she wraps her arms around Aiden's waist.
"What'd I miss?" Felix asks as he rejoins our group.
"Rhys is wearing a kilt and this song is for the man he loves most." Emmett says flatly.
I tune out my teammates as I get lost in the melody and the poetry as Rhys closes his eyes and treats the microphone like he’s about to swallow it.
When I only see me reflected,
I am lost to the maze,
Searching, yearning, dreaming.
Finding you behind me.
You’re my mirror, mirror
I see myself in you.
I see you in me.
Together we strike a perfect harmony.
Closer than you appear,
