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I tip my head up to meet him. “I was fairly fucking amazing. You’re right.” I grin. “But not like this. You bring out a side of me, I didn’t even know I had. It’s like you make me stronger. More confident. More sure of myself. I don’t even know how you do it.” I kind of know. I know he makes me want to be all of those things because he isn’t. What I don’t know, is how I’m able to be them myself now, when I’ve spent my entire life trying to achieve the same and was always unable to get there.

Maybe it is love. Maybe it’s real. Maybe love can do more than just move mountains. Maybe it can work a motherfucking miracle.

CHAPTER TWELVE

ROYCE

Ava is staring at me over the rim of her coffee cup. Then, her finger shoots up accusingly. “You had sex!”

Every head in the room spins around to focus on me. Including Hudson’s, who really shouldn’t be shocked by the news.

“And you’re pissed because you didn’t?” I guess as I calmly proceed to spread Nutella on my toast.

Blaise clears his throat. “Um, for the record, that is not an accurate assessment of her reaction.” He passes behind her, smacking her ass and smirking. “She had sex.”

Ava pretends to ignore him, but the undeniable curve in the crease of her mouth makes it all too clear that she enjoyed every moment of Blaise’s little macho display. “Whatever, I have sex all the time. You don’t. And I’m not pissed. I’m excited!” She leans across the counter. “How was it?”

“Yeah. I’m right here.” Hudson raises his hand awkwardly.

“I know. I was going to ask you next.” She waves him off, dismissing his right to any sort of feelings of discomfort. “So?”

Angel comes in closer, resting his elbows on the end of the counter. “If we’re sharing sex stories with breakfast, I want to go next. This chick last night did something I’ve never seen anybody do before.”

“No shit. What was it?” Blaise’s immediate interest lands him a swift punch in the gut. “Ow. Fuck, Ava. I was just curious.”

“Yeah, okay. Go sit with Derek and find out what committed guys get to be curious about, cuz that ain’t it.” She points over at where Derek is sitting half asleep on the sofa. No need to guess what’s been keeping him up all night.

I nod toward Hudson. “You might as well go with him. This isn’t going to be over anytime soon.”

He chuckles in that deep throaty way of his and I instantly wish I could drag him back to our room and never come back out. Only that’s sadly not an option.

“Alright. You first. What’d the chick do that was so weird?” I bring my toast up to my mouth. “Wait. Before I take a bite, is this story going to make me wanna hurl?”

“Nah man, wasn’t anything like that.” He shakes his head. “She wanted me to call her all these different names. Had a whole list of them. Said to just shout them out randomly, so I did.”

“And?” Ava’s face speaks volumes as to how dumb she already thinks this chick is.

Meanwhile, Angel’s eyes look like they might pop out of their sockets at any given moment. “And...every time I called her a different name, she became someone else. Like she had split personalities or something. I’m telling you. By the time I was done, I felt like I had fucked at least seven different women. It was crazy as all hell.”

I laugh so hard I nearly spit my toast out. “That’s fucking awesome.”

Ava is considerably less amused. “Seriously, Angel. When are you going to stop banging these dumb twats you pick up outside the tour bus? Huh?”

Angel makes a face suggesting he’s actually offended, even though we all know he isn’t. “Hey! I said she was fucking crazy, not stupid. Besides. I found her hanging out in the service elevator. Her aunt’s a maid here at the hotel and she snuck her in.”

“Yeah, you’re right. That makes such a difference.” Ava rolls her eyes. “Now then. Can we please talk about you and Hudson? What was he like? I bet he was sweet. He’s so fucking nice, he would have to be sweet in the sack.”

“Yes, Royce. Tell us all about how sweet Hudson was. Did he kiss your pee pee? Rub oil over your buttocks?” Angel mimics her, and this time I’m glad I’d finished my breakfast already, or Ava would be wearing it for sure.

“Look, I’m not going to tell you anything. It would be rude, since he’s right there. And weird because you guys know him, and uncomfortable since everyone has to work together.” Then I pretend to have a sip of Ava’s coffee and instead whisper, “Oh. My. God! MIND. BLOWING.”

Ava claps her hands like a preschooler watching Disney on Ice, while Angel just gives me his grin-meets-nod of approval. I know Ava will hunt me down for actual details later, but for now, I’m quite sure she’s satisfied just knowing I’m happy. And fuck if I’m not the happiest I can ever remember being.

From this moment forward, the European tour officially becomes the best part of our trip. Even though we’re going non-stop for the most part between work and the random tourist excursions Ava insists on, Hudson is constantly keeping me on my toes either with dirty notes I find slipped intorandom places, like my pants pocket or my bass case, or, even better, surprise sex in locations and at times I least expect it.

After six weeks, countless cities and a wide variety of new sites I can list as having received a blowjob in, we’re settling in at our hotel in London after a late show. There was no party after this time, since the following day promises to be crazy enough with the EMAs.

Ava booked us all a suite, which means limited privacy, but better access for her, should she decide at any point that she needs to come crashing in on one of us with some last-minute information. Which we all know isn’t unheard of. Unfortunately.

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