Page 38 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“I am not talking to my uncle about wearing diapers. His pride is hurt enough at how restricted his movements are.”

I admire her for respecting Mercury.

“Can you ask for someone to stay with him while you’re at work?”

“It’s not a bad idea, but I don’t know many people in town.”

“Why don’t you reach out to Indigo?”

“Maybe because the woman keeps declaring herself my new best friend.”

I chuckle. “She’s harmless.”

There’s a pause before she whispers, “I’ve never had many girlfriends before.”

My heart hurts for her. She probably didn’t have much of a chance to have friends growing up since she was caring for her mother. I grew up with two loving parents. It was all a lie, but I didn’t know it at the time.

“Don’t you dare pity me,” she growls.

“I don’t pity you. I wouldn’t dare. You’d probably throw a pair of pliers at me.”

“Don’t be silly.” She snorts. “A wrench is way more effective. Heavier, too.”

“I guess I better behave.”

“Something tells me you never behave.”

She’s not wrong. But with her I want to behave. I want to follow her rules. I don’t want to hurt her. She’s been hurt enough.

“What’s the fun in behaving?” I tease.

“I have no idea, but everyone’s always telling me to behave.”

“We can misbehave together,” I suggest.

“You don’t need me to misbehave.”

“No, but it’s more fun together.”

“Why do I have the feeling you’re talking about sex?”

Because I am.

“Caught me.”

“You’re a bad boy, Gibson….” She pauses. “What’s your last name?”

I laugh. “You still haven’t googled me?”

“You’re obsessed with me googling you.”

I’m not obsessed as such. But it would be nice if she knew about the band and our music. And not because being famous is important. I’m a musician. It’s in my blood. I want her to at least know about our music even if she claims she’ll never enjoy it.

“It’s Lewis.”

“Gibson Lewis. I’ll remember it for when I google you.”

“You tease. You’re never going to google me, are you?”

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