Page 16 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

“Looks better on you,” I confessed.

Then I ran my shaky hands over his shoulders, up his neck, and finally, cupping his face and pulling him in for a languid kiss.

I tasted his smile and kissed him harder.

When we finally came up for air, he held out his hand. “Give me your phone.”

I passed it over, and he quickly tapped in his number.

“This isn’t a promise,” he admitted as he passed the phone back, his blue eyes earnest. “I don’t know where I’ll be a week from now, never mind tomorrow.”

“I’m not asking for that,” I replied, pulling him in tightly. “Just a text. Or a call. And maybe, sometime down the road, a date in Nashville?”

Nate nodded and kissed me.

“I’m all for that.”

Nate

I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, except what felt right.

As a professional musician, I always trusted my gut. It never steered me wrong.

And last night, today, was no different.

I could only imagine what my bandmates would think of all this, about me and Tommy. They’d tell me I was crazy.

It’s a one-night stand. Forget about him. You have the world to explore.

But I knew myself. Something about Tommy called to me. There was no logical explanation, and I didn’t need one. The kinetic energy between us couldn’t be denied.

We could’ve just walked away from last night. I’d done it so many times before and I had no regrets. But walking away from him? For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to.

I also didn’t lie. I couldn’t make promises. I wouldn’t. Neither could Tommy.

He was a roadie, and I was a rockstar.

But that didn’t mean I wasn’t willing to see where this might go. Maybe nowhere. Or maybe someplace that neither of us could imagine.

“Safe travels,cher,” I whispered when we finally pulled apart.

Tommy grinned, and those incredible dimples teased me. “You have unlimited text and calling, right?”

“I do.”

“Good.” He squeezed my hand.

“I have to go,” I replied.

I made to take off Tommy’s jacket, but he put his hand on my shoulder.

“I want you to have it,” he insisted.

I didn’t argue. Instead, I pulled the leather jacket tighter around my body and nodded.

He let me go and turned to step back up onto the bus.

“And don’t worry, it’s a fair trade,” he quipped over his shoulder.

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