Page 13 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

“Sorry. We really have to get going.”

Nate nodded and pulled away. And I…I didn’t want to, but I let him go.

The concert hall was only two blocks away, so we made it there quickly. I let Nate walk in first and waited a minute. Trying to put some much-needed distance between us so no one would ask questions.

When I entered the building and headed backstage, Brodie and Van were on site, talking to Nate. Holloway, Faise, and Ronin were there, too.

“Morning guys,” I greeted everyone.

Ace waved me over, but I stole one last glance at Nate and nodded. Given the circumstances, it was the best I could do for a goodbye. Not that anyone around us would be surprised we’d hooked up, but it wasn’t their business. And oddly enough, I wasn’t willing to talk about it. And I didn’t want to think about why.

Despite a night of great sex, my good mood took a nosedive.

Nate nodded in return, our gazes clashing, everything in my body lighting up. I wanted to stalk right over there and kiss him; our audience be damned.

But I didn’t. He started chatting up Brodie, and Ace and I did our final inspection. I tried my best to ignore Nate’s conversation, but inevitably, I couldn’t help but overhear parts of it.

“Where did you sneak off to last night?” Brodie teased.

“Who said I snuck off?” Nate replied, his voice hoarse.

“You were there one minute and then, boom. Gone. Even your band brothers were surprised by how quickly you left.”

“What can I say? I know what I want, and I go for it.”

“And? Who was the mystery man? Was it hot?”

No one had seen us together. I should’ve been relieved, but instead, my stomach tightened.

“He was. It was a fun night. But now it’s back to business. Speaking of, I got a text from?—”

“Come on, T,” Ace called out to me. “Let’s check out the basement.”

Thank fuck for the distraction of work.

Nate was right. It was fun. But it was over.

Nate

Tommy headed off stage and my eyes followed his swagger, wishing I could follow him.

“…what do you think?”

I turned to Brodie, and he stared at me with those hazel eyes of his, sharp as hell.

“I’m sorry, I missed that.”

“You okay?” he asked as he sipped on a cup of coffee.

“Fine, just, you know. Tired, hung over.”

“Sex drunk,” he quipped.

“That too.”

Holy shit, was I ever.

Holloway strutted over, wrapped his arm around me, then messed up my hair.

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