Page 128 of Heart Break Her

Mom and Dad weren’t a fan of me going on another tour with Sebastian at first. Especially since we’ve only been seeing each other for a few months. But there is nowhere I’d rather be than by his side.

Besides, after Sacramento, it didn’t feel right to deny what we were anymore, so he finally put a label on it. And he said there’s no way he’s touring without his girlfriend there with him.

Somehow, even with Myth keeping us apart all those years, he still ended up being the force that brought us together. A connection that needed the right timing and a little water to bloom.

Remembering back, I think Myth must have known this would always be the case, and that’s why he kept me away from the band as long as he did. He knew his sister and his friend well enough to see we were two pieces that would just fit. While also being smart enough to know we weren’t ready for it quite yet.

But now…

It’s time.

Anticipation is biting at my skin with each passing minute. The last of my things are finally in storage, and I’m headed to Sebastian’s house to prep for hitting the road. I’m not going to miss these trips back and forth from Seattle packing things up, but it was worth it.

Because on this tour, I’m all his. And unlike the last tour, where things were uncertain between us, this one promises to be different.

With all the recent changes, the band decided to splurge on their own tour buses. Sebastian said it was so he could have me all to himself more often, but I think he’s also worried I’m going to burn out like I did last time.

I’m not.

Because although adjusting to the unusual sleep schedule and constant motion of touring can be tiring, there was another weight on my shoulders that was far more pressing last time we did this—the reminders of my brother.

But ever since Myth’s ashes blew away in the Seattle wind, I’ve found some peace in the darkness. I laid him to rest.

His death isn’t something I’ll ever get past, but I’m learning how to live in it, and the weight is lifted.

Like Mom always says, the universe changes and transforms, but things are never really gone. I’d like to think that’s true every night I’m sitting out under the stars and looking up, thinking of him. That he’s out there, burning bright, just like he always did.

I pull out my sketch pad, noticing we’re almost at the house so I only have a few minutes to put the finishing touches on one of my drawings. It’s a distorted image of the band looking like angels and devils. Sebastian was serious about using my art for the upcoming album, and I get the impression he didn’t give the label much of a choice.

“Ms. Walker,” Boris says, pulling the car to a stop. “We’re here.”

Here.

Finally, it feels like.

For two people who met at the bottom of downward spirals, I didn’t think it was possible for us to get to where we are.

Boris comes around the car and opens my door, bringing my bags into the house before driving away. It’s quiet, and I almost think Sebastian isn’t home from recording at Adrian’s house yet. Until I realize the fireplace in the glass patio is lit and there’s music playing.

Sliding open the glass doors, I see Sebastian’s head pop up from where he’s lying on a mattress in the middle of the space. He dragged it out from one of the guest rooms a few weeks ago when it started getting too cold to be outside to lie under the stars.

“What the fuck, babe,” he says with a grin so wide it splits his entire face. He jumps up and runs over to me, picking me up in his arms and burying his face in my neck. “I thought you weren’t going to get here for another hour.”

“No traffic, and the roads were pretty clear,” I say as he nuzzles deeper.

“Thank fuck for that.” Sebastian sets me down so just my toes reach the ground, and he pulls back to look me in the face. “You’re beautiful.”

I should be used to it by now—he’s constantly saying it—but I just shake my head. “I look the same as I did four days ago.”

“Not possible.” He dips down, stamping his lips over mine, and my body melts against his with my moan. He breaks it just enough for us to be nose to nose. “You’re more gorgeous every day.”

“Whatever you say,” I shake my head, and he buries his face in my neck again, biting down and forcing a squeal out of me.

I swat him away so I can take a step back. “What are you doing out here?”

“Stargazing. Thinking of you.” He tugs my hand and pulls me toward the mattress with a wide grin. “We need some real furniture out here at some point. Big loungers, maybe?”

“I like the mattress,” I tell him, pulling him down onto it and resting my head in the crook of his shoulder. “Keeps you closer.”

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