“Yes. Now let’s go before we get caught.”
He pulls his arm back and I stand, moving around the couch. With my hand on the handle, I turn back to face him.
“You know, wanting to keep this quiet has nothing to do with how attracted I am to you, right?” He nods. “It’s not about not wanting people to know out of embarrassment, Aliko. It’s just because it’s easier.” He nods again, but it feels like something is still off. I let it go though, because I don’t want to ruin this night. We have some making up to do and make-up sex, in my opinion, is always so much fun.
Chapter Eleven
Aliko
I hate how certain words stick out in conversations, bleeding together and making a different meaning than what is intended.
I think about Leif’s words, about keeping this thing between us a secret and it having nothing to do with his attraction to me. But the words I focus on are embarrassment. Easier. Quiet. Those words together, to me, have a much different meaning. And though I know he doesn’t mean it that way, I can’t help but wonderwhat if.
If easier is what he needs, then doing this with me isn’t smart. It won’t be easy. Keeping it quiet is easy now, but what about tomorrow? The day after? A few weeks from now?
What about when the tour is over? What then?
It’s possible this won’t turn into anything more than what it is, but I don’t like the thought of that. I can’t imagine what a forever would look like with someone because I can hardly imagine a future with just me, but I do know that I don’t like the idea of this ending. I haven’t even liked the idea of him hanging out with Cody.
Should I ask him about that? I won’t know what’s going on unless we talk about it. Are they sleeping together too? Is this just what Leif does? Is this what all the crew does? Leif has never felt like the groupies we get or the overly enthusiastic people at the meet and greets, but could that be part of his plan?
“Stop it, Aliko,” I mutter to myself in the elevator. Why am I thinking such mean things about him? Leif is a good guy. He isn’t trying to hurt me.
It’s just hard to trust people when I’ve never been able to do that before.Peopleas in other beings and not just humans. I don’t trust my family. Maybe in certain aspects, but not where it matters… at least, not what matters to me. I guess I trust the guys in the band. They’ve never given me a reason not to, but we also haven’t been in situations where I need to trust them. No more than performing on stage, but I know they’ll do that right.
The elevator stops and the doors open. The hallway is empty and quiet when I step into it.
Kael and Lucien are out, but what did Dorain do? If I know him, which I think I do, I bet he’s in his room. And thankfully our rooms aren’t connected, being at opposite ends of the hall, so I don’t have to worry about him hearing anything through the walls. Not that he’d know it was Leif in there with me, but you never know…
I’m antsy when I get into my room, kicking my shoes off to the side to get comfortable. I’m nervous. I don’t know why, because last time went so well, but maybe it’s excitement more than anything else? Though, being in this form is new.
I don’t think Leif is lying when he said he’s attracted to me in this form, and I feel silly for thinking that in the first place when he never showed signs of that before we slept together. Maybe the nerves are coming from not knowing howthatall works in this form.
I know how kraken breed. I know how humans breed.
But this form I’m in, this half-monster visage, it’s not a real thing. It’s not something I can look up and learn how to do. I’m going in blind.
But so is he. I’m one of a kind like this, and no one has ever done something like this to my knowledge.
That thought settles me slightly and when there is a soft, quick knock on the door, I smile as I go to it and pull it open.
Leif looks up at me with a smirk, and I step aside to let him in, my heart skipping a beat.
“Wow, this one might be better than the last,” he says, walking deeper into the room.
“I liked the loft bed—is that what it was called?”
“Yes, it’s a loft. That was nice, but the decor here is better. Darker. The view is better too.” He turns to face me. “But I guess the only thing that matters is the bedroom.”
“The bed is bigger,” I comment.
“Oh yeah?” I nod. He licks his lips. “Show me where it is.”
I walk past him, my dick getting hard as I lead him to the bedroom that’s to the right, past the kitchen and bathroom.
It’s grand. High ceilings. Bed bigger than I’ve ever seen before. Usually, we get a king size. This is bigger than that. I can only assume the other guys’ rooms look just like this.
“I like the loft better too,” he comments, gesturing to the corner of the room. “But that is worth it.”
