Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,51
of me doesn’t want you living that way—always waiting for me. I want you to be able to live your life to the fullest. If you’re here waiting for me, then that’s all your romantic life would be—waiting—and you deserve more than that.”
I take a deep breath and squeeze her a little tighter. “I think our first choice is the one we should stick with for now. You need to experience what this new life is like before deciding to lug me around with you. I want you to get on that bus happy about not knowing where life will take us. I want you to embrace it—every part of it. I want you living the rock-star lifestyle and seeing what it has to offer. Then, when we end up together in the end, you won’t have any regrets about not doing everything you could have.”
She twists in my arms to look up at me. “You think we’ll end up together?”
I scoff. “Don’t you?” I ask, rolling until I’m on top of her, my hands cupping her cheeks. “This doesn’t feel like some fleeting romance that’s going to be over in a week. This, to me, feels like the real deal.” I lean forward and press my lips to hers. She kisses me softly and slowly—a kiss that awakens every nerve ending from the top of my head down to the tips of my toes. It’s easy to see that my blood pumps for her. In fact, I’m pretty sure I was made with her in mind. The way our hearts, bodies, and souls connect perfectly like lost puzzle pieces tells me we were created to be a pair.
I pull back and watch the emotions on her face change. “What are you doing tomorrow?” I ask her.
She smiles and shrugs. “Nothing most of the day, though I have a show at 9 p.m.”
“Then we’re spending the whole day together.” I press my mouth against hers, hoping and praying that I’m right and we’ll be together in the end.
In the morning, we wake up and get dressed to head out and enjoy our day together. First stop: a local diner for breakfast. We take a seat in the corner booth and the waitress brings over two cups of coffee. I order eggs, bacon, pancakes, and biscuits and gravy. Luna chooses to have something a little lighter and goes with fruit, yogurt, and whole wheat toast. We hand off our menus and I look at her, confused.
“On a diet?”
She smirks. “No, just trying to stay in shape for the tour. I’ll probably be eating so much crap on that bus, and I don’t want to gain any more weight than I have to.”
Our attention is stolen away when a couple of teenage kids sitting across from us begin whispering very loudly and fighting over something.
“You go ask,” one of them whisper-yells.
The other one rolls his eyes. “Fine.” He makes eye contact with Luna. “You’re Luna from The Wonder Kings, right?”
She smiles and nods, looking a little surprised and nervous.
They both lose their shit now. One of them is saying, “I told you so!” and the other is saying, “Shut up, I knew it too.” They both get out of their seats and move over to my table, crowding around Luna, both of them talking faster than I can even process.
“Your new video was so awesome! When’s your next show?”
“Can I have your autograph?” One kid shoves a napkin her way.
She smiles and nods and signs anything they put in front of her while answering as many questions as she can. Lastly, they ask to take a photo with her, and of course, I’m handed their phone. I snap the picture and they both stand back, looking at it as our waitress is making her way over with our food.
She stops and looks at the boys. “Are you bothering these kind people?”
“No, ma’am,” one says, making me wonder if he’s somehow related to this woman.
“Go sit back down at your table and leave them alone. They came here to eat, not to be bothered.” She shoos them away then starts unloading the tray of food before us. “I’m sorry about that, folks. That’s my son and his best friend. Just let me know if they bother you again.”
“It’s fine,” I reply, wanting to ease her mind. I probably would’ve done the same thing if I were in their shoes.
“You two need anything else?” the waitress asks, stepping back.