says.
The room grows silent as they both take each other in. I’ve heard it said many times that two people can create electricity, and I’ve always thought that saying to be stupid. But oh my God, sparks are flying between these two. I’m almost tempted to duck in fear of being electrocuted.
“I think they’re going to fuck,” Carly says.
“I think we are too.” Alexis teases Bryce with a smile, and he growls.
“Right.” Will taps his sticks together. “How ‘bout a bit of Grohl and Nirvana? ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit.’ Haven’t played that one in a while.”
Derek and Bryce both strum their guitars after Will counts them in, and they play the Nirvana song. Now I’ve never been one of those girls to go gaga over rock stars; I’ve always found them sweaty and gross. But Will, behind a drum set? Someone hold my beer, wine, whatever the hell I’m drinking.
Biting my thumbnail, warmth spreads across my body, settling at my core as I take in the way his muscles tense with every hit, tap, and smash, his pecs firm while the rest of his body bounces to his beat.
Sweat forms on his brow, concentration etching his face as he loses himself in the song, and there’s absolutely nothing gross about it. Quite the opposite—erotic and incredibly sexy.
“They’re incredibly sexy when they play, aren’t they?” Alexis nudges, eyes on Bryce.
Shit! Did I say that bit out loud?
I exhale. “So it’s not just me then?”
“No!” Carly and Alexis both say. They give each other a knowing look then glance at me and smile, and I’m beginning to understand what that look means.
“I’m screwed.”
Carly laughs. “Why?”
“Because if he keeps this up, this sexy, sweaty, fuckable rock god stuff, that’s all we’ll be doing… screwing.”
Alexis stands up and gathers our empty wine glasses. “Welcome to my life.”
“And mine.” Carly stands and helps her. “You know, we should have our own band name, like how the wives and girlfriends of footballers are called WAGs.”
“How ‘bout the Burnt Burgers?” Alexis suggests.
What an awful name.
“Yes!” Carly laughs. “Perfect!”
“How is that perfect?” I ask.
She clutches her waist. “Trust me, it is.”
“So would my fellow Burnt Burgers like another glass of wine?” Alexis jiggles while holding up the empty flutes.
“Is that even a question?” Carly replies.
I shrug. “Sure, why not.”
We continue to drink and fawn over the guys as they play Alexis her Fleetwood, some Kings, followed by Muse, and finishing with “My Generation”. I’ve never had so much silly fun, dancing around, singing along, drinking, and trying to play pool, to the point of not wanting to leave. Ever!
“M-m-mummm myyyyy generation,” I sing, twirling around.
“Someone’s having fun.” Will slides his hand across the small of my back and tugs me to him.
I stop twirling and look around the room for the fun person. “Who?”
“Annnd a bit too much to drink.” He chuckles and takes my wine glass from my hand.
“Hey!” I pout. “I have nnnot.”
“Sweetheart”—he tips the glass upside down—“it’s empty. And the song is finished.”
Snapping my head from left to right, I realise he’s correct just as the room starts spinning. “Wheeeeee!” I giggle. “Who moved the ground?” I look down at our feet, trying to find the culprit.
Carly laughs. “I’ve never seen her this drunk. It’s excellent!”
“Lies!” I point at her but somehow poke Will. “I’ve never sssseen youuu this drunk.”
“I’m over here.” She waves her three hands.
“I think it’s time to get you in bed,” Will says.
I shimmy down his tree-trunk body. “Yesss. Let’s do the bed.”
“As kinky as that sounds, sweetheart, I’ll pass.”
“You pass? Y-You can’t pass. I pass.” I try to shimmy back up, but my body won’t work. “Wh… why am I nnnot working?” I fall back onto my bum and roll around, laughing. “I’m not working.” I snort.
“Oh goodness! Please tell me you’re staying in one of the suites,” Alexis says.
“We are.” Will scoops me up as if I’m a little flower.
“I’m nnnot a flower,” I assure him.
He chuckles. “Glad to know.”
“I’m Libby.”
“Yes, you are.”
My head falls back, and I wonder where my body has gone. I hope it comes back. I like my body.
“You need a hand getting her to your room?” Bryce asks.
“Nup. I got it.” He swings me around.
“I’m flying.”
“Have fun,” Alexis says.
We fly around the hotel until I float onto a cloud.
“I li—ike this cloud. This cloud is myyy friend.”
He chuckles. “I can tell.”
Will undoes my sneakers and jeans then tugs them off.
“You f-found my body.”
He kisses my leg. “I never lost it.”
“Do m-myyy feet smell?”
“Yes.”
I cry.