Page 16 of Introvert

"Uh huh," she said. "Then what's that blush about?"

"I should go. The bus stopped right after I came in here. We're supposed to have tech rehearsal, and I still need to tune my violin."

"Your violin is always tuned."

"Never hurts to check."

"Right.Tell me this, Ror. Are the guys on the bus really as hot as everyone says?"

I knew she was asking about the band, but my mind stalled on a pair of warm brown eyes.

"Yeah," I said, nearly sighing before I shook my head. "But that doesn't matter. This is a job."

"Mhm."

"I'm here for the music."

"Uh huh."

"I can't afford to get distracted."

"Of course not."

"And you knowmy history. Good-lookingguys make me nervous, more nervous than usual," I finished, realizing I'd just laid out all the reasons I should take my mom's advice and stay away from them. Especially Felix."Romance just isn't for me."

Freya released a long sigh. "I get that. ButRor, not all guys are jerks."

I swallowed.

"Some are famous," she added with a wink.

"Bye, Frey," I said.

"Okay, bye! But kiss one for me, please!"

I hung up and could feel my face was all red.

If only she knew.

The bus was empty when I stepped out of the bathroom, and for that, I was thankful. It gave me a moment toregroup. Grabbing my violin, I took a deep breath. No moreoverthinking. My first kiss was amazing.It was a fact. And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't spent the majority of the ridereplaying every moment, the feel of Felix's lips caressing mine, his hands gripping my waist, the sparks racing through my bloodstream as I melted against him. But for him, it was nothing. Felix hadn't even spoken to me since. While I'd been drowning in thoughts of the kiss, he seemed to forget I existed. I'd opened my laptop, pretending to be busy while surreptitiously stealing glances of him. But yeah. Felixwas totally unaffected by my presence.

Which was fine, I thought.

Better actually.

If he could pretend it hadn't happened, I could too—even if it broke my heart a little. I'dfocus on the task at hand.

Playing music.

Me and my violin.

I didn't want or need anything else.

Stepping off the bus, I'd almost convinced myself it was true.

"Took you long enough," he said.

I jumped, spinning around to see Felix leaning against the bus. He had one foot crossed over the other, looking like he had all the time in the world.One hand was shoved in his pocket, and as he ran the otherthrough his hair, I couldn't lie. The guy was undeniably gorgeous.

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