Page 197 of Rock Me All Night
Tom looks me right in the eyes, dead serious. "You're good together. And you're normal. That's what he needs."
"How do you know I'm normal?" I ask.
"If you'd seen him with Vivian, you wouldn't have to ask." Tom's phone buzzes loudly. He picks it up and glances at it. "I have things to do, but I want to help."
"Things?" I raise my eyebrow.
"Okay, I have a woman to fuck. Two, actually. That a problem with you?" He throws his shoulders back, all self-righteous. "You trust me?"
"No."
"Follow my lead. I'll make him figure it out."
"Figure what out?" I ask.
"That he likes you too." Tom steps toward the exit and waves goodbye. "I'd get him home if I were you. Drew hates attention."
"I know."
"You want him or not?"
I bite my lip. I'm not about to trust Tom to help me. But he is right about this. Drew does hate attention, and I hate standing here watching him get flirted with.
Tom shakes his head. He motions to one of his friends and whispers something in the guy's ear. Then his attention turns to me. "See you soon."
He steps out of the room.
The friend, a short guy with broad shoulders and a dark t-shirt, saunters up to me. He leans close. "Tom asked me to flirt with you. Any clue why?"
Some clue. I turn back to Drew. Sure enough, his eyes are on me. He's staring daggers at this guy, and all the guy is doing is standing near me. Really near me, but still.
"Tom is an idiot," I say.
The guy laughs. It's a big, hearty laugh. He grabs my arm like he needs it to steady himself.
Ten seconds later, Drew is at my side, his arm wrapped around my waist. "Let's get out of here," he says.
I nod goodbye to the guy whose name I don't know.
Once we're outside, Drew softens. His grip moves to my hand but it's still tight and protective.
So Tom is smarter than he looks.
I just might have to trust him.
* * *
Iwakeup with a throbbing headache. Sleeping on an air mattress didn't help in the hangover avoidance front. Downstairs, Drew is sweating on the floor. Doing push-ups, more specifically. The muscles of his back tense and release. So back muscles can make your legs go weak. Who knew?
I make my way downstairs. He pops up with ease. His footsteps are so, so loud. And it's awfully bright in here too.
"I know that look," he says.
"Ugh."
"You shouldn't drink so much."
Yeah, and maybe he shouldn't allow hyena fangirls to flirt in front of me. I try to offer him a smile, but the pounding in my head won't allow it.
