Page 456 of Rock Me All Night
First Pete, now Kara. At this rate, everyone will know Tom and I are fucking by tomorrow night.
"Sorry. That was rude." She takes a step backwards. "As good as his cockiness would suggest?"
"You know how he plays like a crazy, frantic animal? And he pushes people around like he's a wrecking ball?"
Her eyes fill with interest. She nodsgo on.
"Nothing like that." I take a long sip of my drink. "He's tender. Attentive. I'm sure some of it is that I... he has to be careful with his new piercing."
"His what?"
I whisper a quick breakdown of Tom's piecing in Kara's ear.
"Holy fuck." Her hand goes to her mouth. "Is that good?"
"Amazing."
"Never would have guessed."
"Never would have guessed what?" Drew steps up to us.
He's wearing a suit and his hair is slicked back. I haven't seen him in a suit since my high school graduation. That was probably the last time my parents, Drew, and I were all in the same room.
"Mmmm." Kara tugs at his suit jacket. "I could get used to you wearing this thing."
"You can't distract me, Kendrick."
She strokes his tie as if to prove how thoroughly she can distract him. It works remarkably well. Within moments, he's panting.
She looks back to me. "Meet us for brunch tomorrow. Around noon. I'll text you the address."
"You staying here, Wil?" Drew barely gets the words out.
Okay. It's a safe enough time to tease him. "No, I'm going to pick up some guy and go back to his place."
"Very funny." He growls.
Kara sucks on his earlobe and the growl turns into a purr.
She releases him and pushes him towards the action. "Excuse us."
He follows her like a puppy following his owner.
God, they're cute. It's remarkable how good she is for him. Drew is a different person around her. Not the sullen, quick to anger loner who avoids everything besides his guitar, but a guy who cares about his friends. I hope she says yes. I can't imagine him ever being okay without her.
My gaze goes to Tom. A college-aged woman, must be one of Kara's friends, gushes at him. She squeezes his arm and my stomach clenches. He's already got my heart. But is he going to smash it or piece it back together?
His eyes catch mine. He motions to the stairs as if to suggestshould we? God, am I tempted. I shake my headnoanyway and try my best to mingle.
Kara's friends are nice but I'm not really the party type. After a solid hour of introductions and small talk, I find a seat on the couch by myself. It's bright. Sometime in the mid-afternoon. I lean back and soak in the sun. Only so much gets through the windows. Well, Drew wouldn't want me to hold back. I unlock the door to the backyard and step outside.
The small pool shines in a brilliant shade of aqua. I sit down, slide out of my heels, and dip my toes in the water.
Deep breaths do nothing to clear my head. My feelings for Tom already go far beyond like. There's no rush to label things. In theory. We're monogamous. We'll be together, more or less, the rest of the tour. And I can go wherever I want after that. I can even set up a studio in Los Angeles.
There's no reason why I need a label, but I want one. My feelings burn a hole through my gut. He might never love me. When I give him my heart, he might smash it into a million little pieces.
There are footsteps coming towards me. Then Tom's voice.
