Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,62

said those words. But I know he loves me. I can feel it every time we touch, and every time I catch him watching me. And I love him too—far more than I ever should have allowed.

We sleep late into the day after staying up all night making love. It’s Sunday and neither of us has much going on. This is the day I start my official countdown to going on tour. We leave Saturday night to make it to our first show on Monday. We’re starting our tour on the West Coast, after which we’ll make our way to the East Coast, then we’ll finish up in the Midwest. After that, we’ll come back home for a few weeks until we go on our international headlining tour. I’ll be all over the place, and all the while, he’ll be here, either moving on with his life or waiting for me. I don’t know what feels worse: knowing that he could be moving on with someone new or that he could be putting his life on hold to wait for me. Neither is ideal, but I guess that’s his choice to make and it’s not something that should stop me from doing what I need to do.

I roll into his side and his eyes open, locking on mine. He offers up a sleepy smile. “Good morning, beautiful.”

“I sure am going to miss waking up in your arms.” I cuddle closer.

“Well, let’s make sure we do it every morning before you leave. I want to spend every waking moment with you from now until the day you take off.”

My insides warm with his words. I have a lot going on with the band this week to prepare for the tour, and I’d love it if he could be there with me, even if we have to pretend we’re just friends.

“We actually have a huge meeting with the band and the label that you have to attend. You didn’t forget, did you?”

“I didn’t forget,” he says, rolling over and forcing me onto my back as he hovers over me. His lips find mine, and once again, we’re back where we started.

Eventually, we pull ourselves apart and decide it’s probably time to get out of bed to shower and find some food. I shower first while Daniel sleeps a little longer. When I get out, he gets up and takes a shower while I search the kitchen to find something to eat, which isn’t an easy task. I eat more takeout than I cook, so there are rarely real groceries lying around. I end up finding the fixings for peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and I make two. I look for some kind of side to go with them, like chips or carrot sticks, but who am I kidding? The best I can do is animal crackers. There’s also nothing to drink in the fridge other than milk, so I pour us each a glass and take everything to the coffee table.

When he comes out, I motion toward the food I prepared. “Ta-daaaah! Perfect for toddlers and for us.”

He laughs and shakes his head. He sits down and picks up his glass of milk. “What, no sippy cups?”

“I’ve never actually been around a toddler, so no. Just don’t spill,” I joke, picking up my glass and clinking it off his. I take a sip and the most disgusting taste overflows my senses. I spit the milk back into the cup and he looks at me with a confused expression. “Don’t drink it. It’s poison.” I take his glass along with mine and run to the sink to pour them down the drain.

I lean forward, drinking water straight from the faucet to rinse the taste from my tongue while he stands back, laughing.

Finally, after drinking about a gallon of water, I can no longer taste the expired milk, however, it’s been burned into my memory. I turn off the water and stand, looking over at him.

“I’m kind of worried about the food quality in this place. Why don’t we go out and eat?”

I nod. “I think that’s probably best.” I grab my purse and we end up going to the diner around the corner. We take a seat and it’s only minutes later that Van walks in.

Daniel looks up at him and waves him over. “Have you talked to him yet?” he asks me before Van arrives.

I shrug, knowing damn well that I haven’t. The whole thing kind of got pushed to the side