Page 530 of Rock Me All Night
Willow laughs. Motionsgo. Then Kara and Drew nod a series of goodbyes and descend the stairs.
It's bizarre, being surrounded by this much affection. Even before the divorce, my parents hated each other. I've never seen two people so happy in love.
It stirs something inside of me, this empty spot that wants to be filled. There's no one in the world I trust. The only two people I love are Dad and Madison and I can't talk about my feelings with either of them.
Madison doesn't care that she hurt me. Dad still expects me to lie for him.
My eyes find Pete's. There's an earnestness to his expression. I feel like I can trust him. Like I can talk to him.
That might be worth lying to everyone else.
His hand slides under my skirt. My thoughts fade away. My shoulders and back relax. I want to feel the way I did at the park, like there's nothing in the world but the two of us.
Sex first. Decision second.
I lean in to whisper. "Do we have to stay to talk?"
"Have to clear something with Aiden but I can do itafter."
Mmm. After. I nod. "Yes please."
"Yes please, what?"
I can hear the smile in his voice. "Yes, please… will you… Do I have to say it?"
He chuckles. "I'll get you there."
His fingertips skim my thighs as he pulls his hand back to his lap. He pulls back enough he can stare into my eyes. I still can't figure out what the expression in his deep brown eyes means, but damn if I don't like staring into them.
They're gorgeous eyes.
That vulnerability returns. He blinks and it's gone. I shift backwards, breaking his touch. But it's too loud to think. Ethan's band Dangerous Noise is in the middle of their first song.
They're good. Ethan is quite the attention whore on stage. He holds up his guitar, tugging at the bottom of his t-shirt, teasing the audience with the promise to strip.
The audience likes it.
Pete stands and pulls me to my feet. He nods to Tom and Willow. "Excuse us."
Tom raises a brow. "This is a classy place."
Pete nods.
Willow whispers something in Tom's ear.
He smiles. "After Dangerous Noise."
"You have too many pet projects," she says.
"You work eighty hours a week, kid."
"Sixty," she protests.
Tom motions for us to go. He pulls Willow into his lap and runs his hands through her short hair.
Pete slides his arm around my hips, pulling my body next to his. It's almost like he's tense over the happy couple's PDA. But that doesn't make any sense. He's not looking at Willow with any kind of romantic or sexual interest.
The man is an enigma. I want to know more.
