More of Us ( A Love You More Rock Star Romance #3) - Laura Pavlov Page 0,79

around me and hugging me tight.

“Me either. We’ll definitely have to come back here.”

“Definitely.” She pushed up on her elbows and looked at me. “But for now we have to go back to our crazy routine of shows and classes.”

“Crazy routine, huh? You sure you aren’t missing school a little?” I teased her, flipping her on her back and settling above her.

“Not even a little.”

“Hey, there’s something I want to show you,” I said, pushing up and moving over to my backpack in the closet.

“Ooooh, is it more lyrics?”

“Nope. Just something I’ve been doing for the last few months. It’s no big deal. Just helps me clear my head. But unlike my lyrics, I don’t have to share this with the world. But I’d like to share it with you.”

Jade pushed to sit, crossing her legs, as the sheet managed to stay wrapped around her. I wanted to tear it free but resisted the urge. She looked so serious and curious that I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

“I’m happy you’re sharing it with me,” she said, studying my face for clues.

“It’s not a big deal. You’re overthinking it, baby.”

“Well, anything you’re interested in, I’m interested in.”

Wasn’t that the fucking truth. This invisible line that connected us in a way neither could explain. If it meant something to me, it would mean something to her. And vice versa. Hell, I knew Jade wasn’t a huge fan of MMA fighting, but she watched fights with me on TV and she asked about my workouts every day. It mattered to her because it mattered to me.

I tossed my sketchbook on the bed. “I’ve been drawing.”

“Can I look?”

I laughed. “Of course.”

She gasped at the first page when she took in the profile I’d sketched of her face. “This is incredible.”

“Says my girlfriend,” I said with a laugh.

She flipped through each page, taking in the sunsets, the many drawings of her face, a few buildings of different architecture that I’d seen while we traveled through Europe, and she stopped on the page of the three connected hearts. It was a cool design I’d thought up, and one I was considering inking on my arm.

“What’s this one?”

“I’m thinking of getting a new tattoo. It would be small. Right here on my arm,” I said pointing to my bicep.

“What does it mean?” She traced over each heart with her finger, taking in the intricate design connecting them.

“It represents us.”

“And the third heart?” she asked, looking up to meet my gaze. Her eyes were glassy with emotion, because Jade fucking knew me. She knew the way I thought. The way I felt.

“It’s for the baby we lost. It’s sort of a symbol of what we’ve lost, but also what lies ahead for us. Our future. And I can keep adding hearts to this design.”

“I love it. It’s beautiful. You’re so talented. It amazes me,” she said, leaning forward and kissing me.

“I don’t know about that, but I enjoy it. Dr. Evil, I mean, Dr. Roberts,” I paused and we both laughed. “She encouraged me to find something that would be more therapeutic, clear my head. MMA fighting is more of a release. It’s physical and competitive. And, writing music is my passion, but one I share with a lot of people. And this is just another way to express myself, you know? Put it on paper.”

“I like that. I’m really impressed. Are these charcoals? How do you get it to look so textured?”

“Yep. Charcoals. I use the black and the white for shading, dimension. It gives it a different look. I like how you can change the whole appearance by going darker and lighter in certain places.”

“You should teach, you know? You’re so passionate about writing and drawing, and you could share that with those that are just getting started, you know?”

“Yeah, I’ve thought about it. I definitely want to get my masters and go a little further with my education once I’m done with Exiled. The