Page 360 of Rock Me All Night

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The screen flashes with a snow covered school. It looks cold. It looks cold but Tom's body is warm.

I clear my throat. "Where is your car?"

"Roadies take turns driving it. Gives them some time alone. You don't get many chances to hear yourself think on tour."

"Don't you get sick of that?"

"I'd put up with a lot worse for the chance to get on stage every other night."

"Plus all the money."

"Yeah." He laughs. "There's that."

"And the women."

"Don't need to be a rock star to get women."

"Doesn't seem to hurt you."

"It's too easy now. I miss the challenge." He turns me so I'm facing the TV. "You're gonna miss the good part."

I try to keep my eyes on the screen, but I fail. This—watching the light flicker on Tom's face—is the good part.

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"What are you..." My eyes blink open. My surroundings come into focus slowly. Where's my bed? MyRoman Holidayposter?

There's an arm under my ass.

"Now you wake up."

Tom. I'm in his arms, pressed against his chest. He's carrying me somewhere. To my bed. Only it's not my bed, it's a bunk on a tour bus, because in the last two days my life has turned upside down.

"You could have left me on the couch." I sling my arm around his neck for support.

"I could have done a lot of things." He leans, setting me on a bottom bunk. "This will be yours for a while. You can take my next turn with the private bedroom."

"Thanks, Tom." I slide onto the mattress. I'm tangled in a blanket but I feel cold.

"Take off your pants."

"What?" I must be hearing things.

"Your jeans. Shouldn't sleep in them."

I look back to Tom, but he's gone. I shift under the covers to strip to my tank top and panties.

The bunk has a small privacy curtain, like the bunk on a train. I go to pull mine closed, but Tom is back.

He sets a pair of boxers and a t-shirt on my bunk. They're his.

He kneels next to me. "There's an extra tooth brush in the bathroom."

I nod. "Thanks."

"Sweet dreams, kid."

"Yeah, you too."

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