Page 68 of How to Love a Rockstar

I thought after the first time, Dylan would roll away from me and fall asleep the way every other man I’ve ever had sex with before has.

Dylan is NOT the same as any other man I’ve known intimately. He has stamina and technique and no man will ever be good enough again. One night with him and he’s ruined me for other men.

I’m not surprised. There’s a reason I’ve been obsessed with the man since high school after all.

I roll over with a smile on my face but scowl when I realize Dylan isn’t laying next to me. Did he sneak out on me? What a jerk! Who does he think he is? Having sex with me all night before—

I smell bacon. And coffee.

Maybe Dylan didn’t desert me after all. Maybe I’m a nutcase who’s worried she doesn’t stack up against the other women he’s been with.

He’s a freaking rockstar. He can sleep with any woman in the world. What is he doing with me?

Unless he’s only with me because he’s in Winter Falls temporarily. Because there are no other available women my age. Because he’s bored. Because he—

“Oh good. You’re awake,” Dylan says as he walks in carrying a tray.

My mouth gapes open. “You brought me breakfast in bed?”

His cheeks darken slightly. Oh my gosh. He is adorable when he’s embarrassed.

“What did you bring me?” I ask since I never want him to be embarrassed.

“Pancakes.”

I groan. “I love the pancakes fromBake Me Happy.”

He growls. “I did not pick you up pancakes. I made pancakes.”

“You made pancakes? You? The rockstar who can snap his fingers and get whatever and whoever he wants? Mademepancakes?”

He places the tray on my bedside table before sitting next to me on the bed and grasping my hands. “I only want you, Ginny. Not some faceless fan. Or aggressive groupie. You.” He squeezes my hands. “Do you understand?”

I open my mouth to reassure him. To say all is well, end this conversation, and move on. But I’m not that person anymore. I’m not the people pleaser who says whatever’s necessary to stop her family or other students from bullying her.

I snap my mouth shut. I am Virginia Hale, librarian of Winter Falls, and an adult who has the right to ask questions. I can do this.

“Do you want me to get the fire extinguisher?” Dylan asks.

My brow wrinkles. “The fire extinguisher?”

“There’s a whole lot of smoke coming out of your ears.”

I roll my eyes. “Have a lot of experience with fire extinguishers, do you?”

He sighs. “Two words. Jett and Gibson.”

“Does Fender never get in any trouble?”

He releases my hands to pinch my chin. “I’m happy to spend the morning telling you stories about my bandmates but first I want to know you understand I want you and not any other woman.”

I blow out a breath. “It’s kind of hard to believe. You’re you and I’m me.”

His gaze rakes up and down my body. “And what a sexy little one you are.”

I squirm. “I’m not little.”

“You’re a foot shorter than me.”

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