Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,80

and that’s why it was formally mailed. I am their lawyer, after all. With a long sigh, I bite the bullet and open it. There’s a piece of paper inside and I pull it out, unfolding the top portion. It reads: Please come.

I unfold the bottom half to find a ticket for a nearby show. The show is next week and it’s a front-row seat. I wonder why she wants me to come to the show. Does she want to get back together? Is this some kind of olive branch? Or does she just want me there to have a pre-show quickie like before? I shake my head and drop everything on the table as I head to bed.

But sleep doesn’t find me easily or quickly. I’m too concerned with what that ticket could mean. Our whole relationship has been a tug of war. We knew we shouldn’t start something, but we couldn’t stay away from each other. Even now, when she’s God-knows-where in the world, I’m still having to restrain myself from going and finding her and making sure she knows she’s mine. How am I ever supposed to get over her if she won’t let me go? She said she was releasing me, and I’ve been miserable the whole time. I guess there’s only one way to put this to rest. If I go to the show and she wants nothing to do with me, then we’re done and that’s all the closure I’ll need. I’ll force myself to forget her if that’s what it takes.

As busy as I keep myself, time passes by quickly, but it also moves unusually slowly since I have something to kind of look forward to. I don’t know how things will go, but I can’t wait to find out for sure. I make the drive to the concert a few towns over and traffic is horrible—inside the city and out. It’s like everyone in the area is going to the same place. By the time I make it inside the venue, the concert has already started and I feel like an ass for not arriving earlier. What if she wanted to talk before the show? I wasn’t here and now she probably thinks I’m not coming at all. But I guess one more surprise can’t hurt.

I grab a beer and make my way to my seat. Everyone in the place is up out of their seats—screaming, singing along, and jumping up and down. I get to the first row and have to squeeze through people to find my seat. I look up at her on stage but she hasn’t seen me yet since she’s off to the side, giving the other half of the room the attention they deserve.

Slowly, she makes her way back to the center of the stage and her head goes down, watching as her fingers quickly slide over the strings of her guitar. She looks up and her eyes lock on mine. She’s absolutely beautiful up there. She’s dripping with sweat and her white tank top is soaked, clinging to her body and black bra. Her black skirt is short, showing off her sexy legs, and she’s wearing her favorite black combat boots. Her hair is completely black now—no purple or green—and she’s breathtaking with her red lips and darkly-lined eyes. She offers the smallest of smiles but can’t exactly stop her performance to greet me. The show must go on.

I stand up, watching her. Every few minutes, she looks back at me like she’s afraid to take her eyes off of me for too long for fear I’ll disappear. She wraps up the song and leads into another. I watch her and she watches me for the next hour. The show should be winding down any minute now, and finally, the music stops but the crowd cheers on.

She stands there, looking at me and then the rest of the crowd, waiting for them to chill. They eventually do and she steps up to the mic stand. “This is a really special night, because I’m going to play a song that’s not on our album.” The crowd goes wild. “Hell, no one outside the band has even heard it.” This only makes them cheer harder and louder. “But before I do, let me tell you a story about how this song came to be.”

She pauses for a moment then continues. “You see . . . there’s this guy.” There are a few catcalls and Luna cracks a smile.