side.
When I looked at her and her whiskey laced eyes, we both smiled.
We flirted in silence.
I screamed the word friend in my head over and over.
But her eyes…
“We’re fucking famous and in trouble again,” Reed said as he stepped out front.
He had his phone in his hand and showed me the videos of us tangling up with Raunchy Recks.
I laughed. “Fuck that.”
“It’s good for us,” Reed said. “Shows our heart and character.”
Soon the entire band was out front.
“Everyone is leaving?” Jay asked.
“You need to get in bed,” Wren said to him.
“Only if I can take you with me,” he said to her.
Jay was wasted.
Wren wasn’t.
I was pretty sure the only woman there who was feeling it hard was Bree.
And probably for all the wrong reasons.
Which made me feel closer to her in a dangerous way.
“You two leaving?” Nash asked.
I looked at Bree again.
She tried to quietly nod.
I began to nod too.
“Great,” Dex said. “From texts to head nods. Good luck.”
He laughed as he went back into the house.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Jay said. His eyes were half shut. He put a fist into the air. “To Mitchy.”
“To Mitchy,” Reed said.
“Mitchy,” Nash said.
“Yeah, right,” I said. “Mitchy.”
I took a deep breath.
There were still shards of the knife in my chest thinking about him being gone for good.
Nash put his arm around Liv and pulled her close.
Everyone had someone to turn to. For comfort. For pleasure. To help ease the pain of grief.
Bree gently placed her hand into mine.
Maybe I had someone too.
14
BREE
The rock star life.
That’s what Mia kept calling it.
I guess that’s what I called it too.
There weren’t naked women everywhere. There weren’t drugs everywhere. It wasn’t exactly the picture of debauchery it probably had been at one time.
Even still… waking up in that giant bed… reaching for the remote to open the mechanical windows… shuffling through the massive house to the kitchen… having coffee ready… food prepared when I wanted it… the pool and hot tub, the views and…
“The rock star life,” I whispered as I looked at myself in the mirror.
I did my hair the best I could.
I took an old Filthy Line shirt from Sab and cut the right shoulder to make it bigger and then after putting the shirt on, I tied the excess cloth into a knot on my left side.
It was the best rock n’ roll look I could pull off.
I was nervous for Sab.
For no real good reason. It wasn’t like he hadn’t played ten million shows or something in his lifetime. But just the idea of him getting on stage and playing music…
I felt heat rush to my cheeks.
I needed to calm myself.
The house was big but when Sab and I looked at each other, it felt really small.
I had seen him walk out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel. The first time, I looked away. The second time, I stared too long. The third time, he dropped the towel and turned, showing off his ass, which made me gasp and find an excuse to leave the room.
Not that I was any better at this.
I would shower and walk around the bedroom in a towel like I owned the place.
And Sab always found himself in the bedroom. Staring. Smiling. Sometimes asking me to just open the towel and get it over with.
The lines between friendship, harmless flirting, and wild, sexual tension were very blurred.
And I knew if-
“Look at you,” Sab said as he appeared in the bathroom doorway.
I turned and stepped back.
My face was bright red as I couldn’t stop thinking about his firm ass and me wondering what would have happened if I had dropped my towel in front of him.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said. “You scared me. I was just getting ready.”
“Our ride is here,” he said. “We have to leave right now.”
“Sure. Of course. Yeah. I’m ready. Are you sure I look okay for this?”
Sab blocked my path and reached out and touched my cheek. “You’re perfect, babe. You’ve never needed fancy makeup and all that shit. Don’t change now.”
“Thanks,” I said.
My body ached and burned.
If I was going to stay any longer with Sab I needed a plan.
I needed… a few minutes to myself in his shower. With one of those shower heads working its magic.
Just as long as I didn’t think about him while I did it.
Or…
As long as I didn’t think about Sebastian - my best friend.
But I could think about Sab - the bad-boy rock star.
Right?
“You look nervous,” Liv said to me as she