Page 358 of Rock Me All Night
Meg looks at Tom curiously. "Hey. How come I haven't seen you with any girls lately?"
Tom's hand plops on my shoulder, and my God damn body floods with electricity. I swallow the sigh rising in my throat.
"This is a girl," Tom says.
Miles whispers something in Meg's ear. Her jaw drops. Her cheeks go red.
She looks at Tom. "You did not." She turns back to Miles. "Why would Tom get his cock pierced?"
"Babe, you should ask him that." He runs his hand through her hair. "Unless you're requesting—"
"Not if I have to go six weeks without hearing you come." Her cheeks turn red. "Oh, God. Sorry. I forgot you guys were there."
"Please," Tom says. "You two are louder than Pete. Where the fuck is he?"
Miles nods to the bedroom. "Sleeping off his hangover."
"How do you know?" Tom's voice is sharp.
"Talked to him. Something people do instead of trying to run each other's lives. You should try it sometime," Miles says. "The man is going batshit over that girl. He needs to get the break up over with and get to work on getting over her the fun way."
"That's his brother." Meg swats Miles playfully. "Is that what you'll do if I dump you?"
"Why? You have plans to dump me?" He repositions her, so she's straddling to him. "Better convince you to reconsider."
"Miles..."
"Mhmm." He's back at her neck, sucking on her skin with great concentration.
I clear my throat. It does nothing. Okay. They're way too into each other to care.
He pulls down his shirt and points to a tattoo on his chest.
She sighs with pleasure and drags her hands over his exposed skin. It's hard to tell from this angle, but it's entirely plausible that his hand is under her skirt.
Tom rolls his eyes. "Yes, you're in love and you can't keep your hands off each other. We've got the point."
Miles laughs. "God, I can't imagine the blue balls. How long has it been, Tom?"
"Three weeks."
Miles looks at his girlfriend. "He can't even masturbate for three more weeks."
"The free porn shows you two put on really help," Tom says.
"Aw, poor Tom likes watching us make out too much." She feigns pity.
"Yeah, you stop at making out..."
She blushes. "I thought you were asleep."
"Then why were you screaming?" Tom asks.
Meg blushes. "Sorry. I was trying to keep it down." She pushes herself off her boyfriend and makes eye contact with me. "Come on. If we wait until they're done with the pissing contest to eat we'll die of starvation."
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Imust bethe band pet. Everyone takes their turn sitting with me, making conversation about work, school, or music. Drew stares intently at my new hairstyle but he keeps any commentary to himself.
