Page 143 of Don't Bang a Bandmate

And it all starts withthis.

I turn over, oddly surprised at how comfortable the mattress feels on this Botsford Plaza bed. Turns out, all it took for it to grow on me was the possibility of waking up next to Jordan the following morning. I’m sure it helped that we stumbled into it tipsy out of our minds after Jonah and Marla’s bachelor and bachelorette parties last night.

That week we spent apart since we arrived home was too damn long.

And last night was far too short.

All because some idiot had to joke on the bus that all the couples should spend the last week before the wedding apart from each other. Just like Jonah and Marla!

Yeah, that was me.I’mthe idiot.

Should have just kept my mouth shut.

As I curl my arm around Jordan beside me, I blink twice to focus my vision, realizing that she’s already awake and staring at the ceiling.

Noting the little wrinkle between her brows, I say, “Jordan?”

She doesn’t move. For a moment, I think she’s sleeping with her eyes open, but then she blinks once. “Something’s wrong,” she says.

“What’s wrong?” I ask. “Are you okay?”

“Not with me. I’m fine. But...” She squints her eyes. “Something is happening.”

“Something?”

“Or ithashappened,” she mutters. “Or itwillhappen.”

I prop up onto my elbow beside her. “Jordan.”

“Somethingishappening,” she repeats. “Something not good.”

“Or...” I run my fingers along her hand, hoping to relax the white knuckle grip she has on the sheet. “We just finished a summer tour and now you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

“That’s...” She turns her head to glare at me. “What?”

I kiss her bare shoulder. “After a tour, you’re always on top of it, getting us to the next big thing. But this time...” I smile. “This time, there’s nothing to do.”

“There’s the Battle of the Bands!”

“That’s two weeks away,” I point out. “Right now, there’s just Jonah’s wedding — an event that all you have to do is show up to. You’re used to being in charge, making lists, and making sure everything is perfect. When you’re not, you get a little... well, likethis.”

She continues her glare, but teases a smile. “I think I like you better when you don’t talk.”

Leaning in again, I run my lips along her cheek, closing in on her lips. “I’ll happily shut up,” I say, pushing my hand beneath the bedsheet. “If you want me to...”

Jordan purses her lips in thought. “I could be convinced.”

I kiss her once, twice. As intended, she relaxes, and I slowly begin my descent down her naked body.

As the first moan escapes Jordan’s lips, a knock taps against the door to my suite.

“Ignore it,” I say, eager to keep tasting her.

Jordan combs her fingers through my hair, urging me to keep going.

Another knock, this one harder. More urgent.

“Bronson!” It’s Addison, obviously. “Open up!”

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