Page 25 of Don't Fall For A Rockstar

“Let’s find your guitar.”

After five minutes of searching the stage, I located Brodie’s Gibson. He thanked me, then offered a hug, and headed for the exit.

My phone buzzed with work emails and messages, so I got back into the rhythm of my job.

And when two hours had passed, and everything was taken care of, I was officially off the clock. I grabbed an iced coffee and a sandwich, then headed home.

As soon as I entered my place, I called Nate.

To my disappointment, though, he didn’t answer. I sent him a follow up text, ignoring the nervous clench of my stomach, and headed for the shower.

When I got out of the bathroom ten minutes later, there were three messages waiting.

Nate: Sorry, I was in the shower. Call me back!

A vision of the two of us showering together was suddenly all I could see.

Nate: Or I can call you.

Nate: I could’ve just called instead of texting that. OMG I’ll stop now.

He was so freaking adorable.

I video called and waited, the anticipation making me giddy, lightheaded. Walking over to the bed, I slid over the duvet and propped myself up with several pillows.

Nate answered on the second ring and the sight of his face had my heart beating so loud I was sure he’d be able to hear it. I knew that after a long night of performing and partying, he was probably exhausted. The fact that he was as anxious as I was for this call told me a lot. It told me everything.

“Hey, beautiful,” I said to him, watching his reaction carefully. His luminous smile was all I needed to see. “How’re you feeling today?”

“I’m stoked. Tired, and my throat’s a bit sore. But given the audience response, I’m over the moon. It was a great event.”

“You kicked ass last night. And, by the way, that outfit was sexy as hell.”

Nate’s deep chuckle had my cock chubbing up.

“You remembered, eh, cher?”

“Fuck yes,” I replied. “But more than that, I miss you. And I can’t wait to see you.”

No sense hiding how I felt anymore. Time to lay it all on the line.

“I miss you too,” he confessed. “And eight days is gonna feel like forever.”

“I know,” I paused, thinking about my earlier conversation with Brodie. “I was talking with Dee this morning and I kind of let it slip that we were meeting up. I mean, I didn’t give your name. Wasn’t sure if you wanted me to tell anyone.”

Nate’s smile grew bigger.

“Well, since my band brothers interrupted our call on New Year’s, I think the cat’s outta the bag. And I’m shit at hiding, too. So, you can tell whoever you want.”

His declaration had my adrenaline running hot.

“Are you on the bus?” I asked.

“In my bunk. Which is surprisingly comfortable.”

Nate turned his phone, giving me the tour of his sleeping arrangements. When his face came into view again, I wished he was here so I could kiss those tempting lips of his.

“Are you wearing anything?” I asked, my semi turning to a throbbing hard on.

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