Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,21

is leaving, so you can take off if you want to or need to.”

He frowns. “Are you sure?”

I nod, even though I don’t want to. “Yeah, it’s fine. I’m sure you have other things to do.”

He stands up. “Well, I do need to hit the gym. Talk to you later?” he asks, moving in for a kiss.

I nod as I press my lips against his, letting it linger partly for show, but really because I like it so much. I wrap my arms around his neck and keep him against me. Our tongues dance together and the tingles start to take over. I nip his bottom lip and press my chest against his a bit more. He pulls away with a grin.

“I better go before I end up doing something the rest of the band won’t like very much,” he whispers low enough so only I hear.

I giggle. “What’s that?”

“Bend you over one of these amps,” he says, glancing around the setup like he’s imagining it.

“That doesn’t sound too bad. We might have to do that one night,” I offer.

He makes a deep growling sound in his chest. “Don’t tempt me.” He gives me one last quick kiss and pulls away to leave. I stand back, watching him go.

Ridge walks Wesley out and Lane goes out to smoke, but Van stays behind. He walks over to me just as I’m sitting down on the old plaid couch in his garage.

“What’s up?” I ask, pulling out my phone to check my notifications.

He sits down beside me. “You two look to be getting pretty serious.”

I laugh and snort. “What? No. We’re just messing around.”

“Doesn’t look like it. He’s been to all our shows lately and now you’re bringing him to practice?”

“What’s this about, Van?”

He lets out a long sigh and runs his hands over his face. “Look, I just don’t think right now is a good time to be starting up a relationship. We have this meeting on Monday, and if we get signed, our lives as we know them are over. We’re going to be recording an album, thrown into all sorts of things for promotion, asked to grow our social media pages, and going on tour. And I’m worried that if you start something up with this guy, it could alter your decision-making ability when it comes to the band.”

“And how do you see it altering my decision-making?” I almost feel offended. No, I am offended. Van and I started this band. Does he really think I’m going to let my feelings for some guy I just started dating come before the band?

“I mean, you could decide that fame isn’t for you or that you want to stay here with him. We can’t do this without you, Luna. Or what happens if you decide to stay together and tour at the same time? Your head will always be back here with him instead of what we’re doing out there. And how to you expect to have a normal relationship with him when we’re on the road? What about marriage and kids? What if you end up pregnant before we’re set to go out on tour? There’s just too much at stake, Luna.”

“I can’t believe you, Van. Have I ever put myself or my wants before the band? Why do you think I would start now? This is my life and my business. I appreciate your concern, but you need to know when to butt out. Daniel and I aren’t getting serious. We’re just hanging out and having a good time. Apparently, that’s okay when the rest of the band does it, so why is it so wrong when I do it?” I spring to my feet and look down at him.

He stands so I have to look up at him. “The rest of the guys are fucking random women—a different one every night. But they’re not spending every waking minute with the same one. They get their rocks off and get it out of their system. Women aren’t made to do that. You all look for meaning and relationships in everything. Put some space between the two of you or someone will get hurt, and if it’s the band, we’re going to have some serious problems.” He turns and walks out of the garage, slamming the door behind him.

Well, I guess band practice is over.

I grab my things and head for the door, walking straight to my car with the other guys yelling at me, but I don’t turn back