Rockstar Lost - Taryn Quinn Page 0,35

The first week, she wouldn’t hear of using my money. She wanted to try a hostel. That had ended quickly. My Felicity loved the idea of adventure, but the actual reality of communal bathrooms had taken the polish off her to-do list.

Her long, slim fingers slid under my shirt and around my side in sleep.

Another thing I’d learned in the last few weeks was that Felicity liked to touch me—all the time. Even when we’d been platonic, she was a toucher, but nothing like now. Her nails grazed my skin and my traitorous dick didn’t care that we were in the main part of the train with about fifteen people around us.

“Open up those pretty brown eyes. I know you’re not sleeping.”

Her lips twitched. “I’m totally sleeping.”

I stretched and curled my arm around her shoulder, dragging her mouth up to mine. “Liar.”

She moaned against my lips after a sweet kiss. “Are we there yet?”

“About an hour away from the first stop.”

Felicity winced. “I’m hungry. Think we can go find the food car?”

“If I eat another egg sandwich, I’ll cut someone.” My phone buzzed against my hip. I quickly pulled it out and checked the screen before stuffing it back into my pocket before she could see it.

“One of the guys texting you?”

I’d finally started talking to my old bandmates. Mostly thanks to our video from the train station going viral. My original guess of fifty people had been a very low estimate. Nearly a hundred uploads had multiplied as people shared videos on a half dozen forms of social media. TikTok, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter—you name it, it was out there.

Enough that I’d gotten a few offers from some indie labels asking if I was going solo.

I was thinking about it. And Felicity was behind me all the way. We’d even stopped in at a few Open Mic nights during our tour across the United States. She was scary organized in a way that I’d never understand. She’d started talking about contracts, rights, and even a business license I hadn’t been aware I needed to perform.

Did I mention scary?

But that wasn’t what the text had been about. I smiled down at her. “That was a surprise I have for you in Los Angeles.”

She squinted at me. “What kind of surprise?”

One that I was a little nervous about. I’d fucked up the last time I’d made a decision on my own, but I thought I knew her a little better now. Sharing a sleeper car that was approximately a closet could do that to a body.

She stood up and dragged me out of my seat. “Food.”

Saved by Fee’s rumbling stomach.

Hopefully, this would be my last crappy breakfast on a train. Please God.

I trailed behind her, the steady rocking of the car now a familiar motion in my life. We’d seen amazing things like the French Quarter, the Grand Canyon, Mount Rushmore, and Yosemite. She’d dragged me all over Washington, DC, introduced me to lemon trees in Florida, where we met up with her folks, and we’d picked peaches at a farm in Georgia.

I hadn’t known Felicity was so adept at climbing said trees. Or that juicy peaches tasted even better on a sunny afternoon with a naked and very inventive girl who’d owned my heart for as long as I could remember.

But if we were going to continue on this crazy journey together, I had to get off these goddamn trains.

I’d put the wheels in motion after our first night in a hostel, but designing something of this magnitude took time. Four weeks, to be exact. Four goddamn long weeks.

Felicity pushed me into a booth. When the harried dining car attendant came by, Felicity slapped a hand over my mouth. “We’ll both have the pancakes, orange juice, and coffee.”

The guy nodded and shuffled off.

“What if I wanted a shitty egg sandwich?”

“Stop it.”

I huffed out an annoyed breath and checked my phone again. She tried to pluck it out of my hand, but I tucked it back into my jacket just in time. “Surprise.”

She gave me a snarl and crossed her arms. We sat shoulder to shoulder, so I knew she wasn’t really mad at me. At least not like she’d been during the ride from DC into Virginia. Keeping my girl away from all the monuments in DC had been a bad idea. I’d been bored out of my mind, but I learned to bring a notebook with me.

And that notebook was now bursting with lyrics.

All in all, traveling with Fee was