Page 34 of Electric Touch

“Bullshit, you were with her all night, all cosy and kissing.”

“I said no one,” I turn to look at him. “Leave it.”

“She’s fucking hot,” he says, looking in the direction Adrestia just left.

I glare at him, but he’s too drunk to notice. Yeah, she is hot, but I fucked things up. Adrestia isn’t stupid, we’ve talked about my breakup and my feelings on relationships. She didn’t stop me from kissing her, though. In fact, the way her lips cupped mine has my head spinning.

“He’s right, she’s sexy. Why aren’t you taking her home?” Jack appears, leaning against Dylan. “Man, you gotta move on and she is the way to do it.”

“It’s not like that,” I argue.

The room has thinned out, but there are still a few people. Looking over here, mainly. Riley and her crew are gone. She saw me kissing Adrestia, and I can’t help but wonder what she is thinking, if she stormed out of here pissed at me.

I don’t see Alessa or Ciro. Though I did spot Jordan Adair earlier. He was trying to disguise himself from everyone and went straight to our bassist.

“Well, seen as how you threw that opportunity away, and her friend is dating someone else,” Jack says. There’s a look of irritation on his face about wasting time with a woman he wouldn’t score with. “Let’s go to the club,” he shouts. Cheers echo around the room. Another line of people are ready to follow wherever he leads.

“Not in the mood, but you go have fun.”

“While you go home and beat off to thoughts of-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll break your teeth.” I step closer to him but keep my hands to my sides. I’d never hit Jack. He better watch his mouth though.

Dylan’s eyes widen. Shit. I will not get away with that.

“Go get even more drunk and fuck the night away, if that is what you guys want.” I walk away before they can say anything else.

We have a driver tonight. I don’t know him well enough to make small talk. I don’t feel like talking to anyone right now. We drive home in silence as my thoughts go crazy all over her. Again.

I wish like hell I’d met her in a different time and place. Or a few months down the line when my heart is intact, not a shredded lump sitting in my chest. I can’t give her what she deserves, I should cancel our guitar lessons.

I decide to do it through the week. I can find someone else to pick it up with her.

I’ve talked myself out of cancelling by the time I fall into bed. I made her a promise. I can work with her without thinking about her lips or how her body feels pressed against mine.

Definitely.

“How’s it going?”

I startle at the voice behind me and turn to see Jordan leaning against the wall. His hands are in the pockets of his jeans, one ankle crossed over the other. He looks effortlessly like what he is, the drummer of a world famous rock band.

“Why are you lurking in here?”

“Is it lurking, though? Or contemplating life.”

We’ve spent enough time around BreakNeck to not fan out over them. Dylan still gets star-struck when he’s in Archer Harris’s presence. He idolizes him. But he’ll never admit he used to have his poster on the wall.

I didn’t expect Jordan at our meeting. BreakNeck is on an extended break. According to Alessa, they’re having a short hiatus from anything band related, which is why Jordan is hanging around more than usual.

“It’s lurking if you’re hiding behind the door. Are you working here?” I ask him.

“I’m the new Assistant Manager,” he winks.

“Who for?”

“You,” he grins. “I’ve offered my expertise and since I’m between jobs.” He waggles his brows. “I am all yours, however you wish to use me.”

I don’t think this is an official agreement. This is Jordan insinuating himself anywhere Alessa is.

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