Page 72 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

I narrow my eyes on her. “Maybe Gibson doesn’t want a chance. This is fake after all. According to you three, at least.”

“Oh, it’s fake all right. It also stopped being fake when the two of you had sex the other day.”

I gasp. “How do you know we had sex?”

“A woman knows,” Indigo sings.

Leia elbows her. “Gibson’s house is next to mine. I saw you leave the next morning with sex hair.”

“And you had to tell her?” I point at Indigo.

She shrugs. “Apparently, it’s a sisterhood and there are no secrets.”

Indigo leans forward. “You had sex so why don’t you want to give Gibson a chance at something real?”

I debate jumping to my feet and running out of the house. I don’t owe them any explanations.

Virginia places her hand on my thigh. “You don’t have to tell her anything.”

“Yes, she does. She’s our new best friend. Besties share everything,” Indigo claims.

Virginia squeezes my thigh. “I can escort you out the back door while Leia holds Indigo off.” Leia nods to indicate her agreement with the plan. “But,” she continues. “We are your friends and we’re here for you if you want to discuss anything. I wasn’t exactly jumping for joy at the chance to love a rockstar.”

“Same.” Leia nods. “I didn’t want to fall for a rockstar either.”

Indigo crosses her arms over her chest. “I didn’t fall in love with a rockstar. I fell in love with Cash who became a rockstar.”

“Here’s the thing,” Leia begins. “Gibson is different with you.”

“Different how?”

“Before you, Gibson didn’t have girlfriends.” Her cheeks darken. “He had conquests. He didn’t know their names. Didn’t care about them. He mostly asked Fender to kick them out while he hid in the bathroom.”

“Man whore,” I mutter.

“But with you he’s different. Before you, he would have jumped on the naked woman in the shower.”

My stomach sours at the idea of a woman throwing herself at my man.

“But he didn’t,” Leia reminds me. “Because of you.”

“And he isn’t drinking,” Virginia adds.

“Because I made him stop.”

Virginia shakes her head. “Honey, you know better than anyone here you can’t make a person stop drinking.”

I have to admit it. They make some good points.

“I have a super bad record with men.”

“Who doesn’t?” Leia asks. “Isla’s father left when she was a baby.”

“It’s okay to be scared,” Indigo says. “We’ve all been there. Love is scary.”

I realize she’s right. I am scared. Why am I scared? I’ve never been scared to start a relationship before.

Because those men didn’t mean to me what Gibson does. Shit on a stick shift. I’m falling for Gibson.

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