Page 12 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

CHAPTER 5

TOMMY

Waking up beside Nate was something I didn’t want to repeat.

It felt good. Too good. He was irresistible. In bed and out. Funny, sweet, sexy—a trifecta of temptation.

No shit, he’s a rockstar.

But he was more than that.

And walking out of that hotel room meant our night, our time together, was over. The real world was calling. I didn’t want that either.

We hopped in a rideshare and stopped at a diner for breakfast. Nate recommended the place, plus it was a short walk to the venue. The place was perfect. The coffee was strong, the food was delicious, and the company couldn’t be beat.

I didn’t do sleepovers and for good reason. There was no need. If the sex was satisfying, I was content and happy to head back to my life. If the sex was great, maybe there was a repeat. Rarely. Besides, with my schedule, there was always a new city and new lovers to find. No fuss, no stress. But a meal with my hook up the next day? And the fact I was having just as good a time out of bed as in it? Well shit, I didn’t know what the hell that was about.

Sitting across from Nate, just watching him talk and laugh, made my chest ache in a way I was not prepared for. I thought he was beautiful on stage, in the club, and most of all, in my bed.

But looking at him now, sitting across from me in this grungy diner during the light of day? He took my fucking breath away.

I got up to use the washroom and my legs nearly gave out.

You’re just tired.

Yeah, that’s why I was sweating, and I had a boner that wouldn’t quit.

I splashed cold water on my face and reminded myself that it was done. Over.

So, I liked the guy. So what?

I returned to the booth, but my heart kept on racing. Damn coffee.

Once Nate and I finished eating, I glanced at my phone and the time. As much as I wanted to stay, I needed to move my ass and get to work. After the waitress dropped off the bill, I quickly grabbed it before Nate could. The look he gave me told me I was in for it. I paid the bill without fuss and motioned to the door.

“You should’ve at least let me pay for breakfast,” Nate grumbled as we headed out into the cool November morning.

I glanced at him, at the sight of Nate wearing my jacket, and the grumpy expression on his face, and bit back a smile. That had been a struggle, too. Nate only had a sheer top, so I insisted he borrow my jacket. I always ran hot, and he was clearly shivering. He argued with me for several minutes until I kissed him. Hard. The distraction worked and he finally relented.

But watching him wear my clothes had that possessive feeling clawing away at me again. I didn’t understand it and I didn’t want it. But there it was.

My only concern was him. That was a first.

“No way. You were my guest for the night,” I insisted. “My hotel, my rules.”

“You’re really bossy, do you know that?” he snapped.

“I didn’t hear you complaining last night. Or earlier, when I kissed you,” I teased him as I slid an arm around his waist and pulled him in tight.

Shit. Why did I keep doing that? And why didn’t Nate push me away?

“No.” He shook his head, his eyes locked on mine. Then he licked these pretty pink lips of his. Fuck, I wanted to taste them again. Never thought I’d be one to pine for a goddamn kiss, but here I was.

“No complaining about last night or this morning. In fact, I?—”

Before Nate could finish what he was saying, my phone buzzed.

I pulled it out of my pocket with my free hand. It was Ace.

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