Page 42 of Stuck With My Rockstar Boss
“Of course I would. Until you get comfortable with them. You know, it might be good. Then we can even figure out how to transition me out of the role of security blanket into girlfriend.”
“You’re not a security blanket, you’re–”
“Kidding, kidding,” I interrupt. “A joke. A bad joke.” I run my fingers through his hair and Lucas immediately groans, eyes fluttering shut. “You like that.”
He nods heavily and pushes his head into the crook of my neck.
“You’re like a cat.”
Lucas laughs. “Meow.”
I laugh too and kiss the crown of his head. The smell of his hair is divine. Sandalwood and bergamot. I’m struck that I could stay here forever. I never have to leave now if I don’t want to. He’s mine. All the days of pretending, of pulling him out of a crowd under the guise I’m his girlfriend. That’s real now.
“I’ll do whatever you need to make you feel safe, baby,” I whisper.
Lucas just presses a chaste kiss to the hollow of my collarbone and sighs. “I love you.”
Today, we have both promised to protect each other. To make sacrifices for each other. To love each other when everyone says not to. That’s all I’ve ever wanted. To be chosen above all other things.
And I would choose him again and again. Everyday.
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“Houston!”
The crowd erupts.
“Holy shit,” Lucas says with a grin. “Houston!”
They scream again, more intense this time.
“Will you do that every time I say your name?” he says, crossing the stage to take in the crowd. He’s wearing an airy, white button down open down to his navel tucked into some leather pants. He’s like a very sexy pirate, just needs an earring and maybe an eyepatch. “Cause, Houston… I’ll be saying your name a lot tonight.”
Again. The screaming. It would be monotonous if it didn’t feel so good.
Lucas recenters himself downstage. “This next song has been a favorite amongst our audiences, I think. It involves a very, very special person.”
There are gasps through the crowd.
“I’m sure you’ve all seen online…”
Some girlish, excitable shrieks.
“Mika Robertson, could you come downstage, please?”
Saccharine coos from the crowd, like it’s a middle school assembly. I wave them off and shout, “Don’t be mushy!” but only the first few rows can probably hear me. Contracts were still in flux up until call time and we almost thought we wouldn’t be able to do tonight’s show which would have been fucking horrible considering this is the closing concert of the “Soul Sounds at Twenty” tour. It just would have been sad to not play their hometown, the one they were touting as “best for last”.
Lucas smiles crookedly at me. “Anyway, we’ve got a pretty special song for you, but first – “
I feel myself blushing before he even starts explaining to the crowd what we’re doing. I almost feel like telling him to nix the whole thing and let’s just sing the song. But it’s too late. We have to go through with it.
“We have a request,” he says with a smile. “Guys?”
Jay speaks first into his backup mic. “Mika needs a little help and while she’s too proud to beg, we aren’t.”
“Boo…” Chase cries from behind the kit.
“You’re just mad you didn’t think of it,” Jay grins.
