“Tell them I have no preference when it comes to height.”
I typed it up. “What do you look for in a girl?” I asked, knowing someone would ask it as a follow-up question.
“Who said he’s into girls?” Kell quipped.
Ren lifted his eyes heavenward as if praying for patience. “Just say I like a girl with a good personality.”
Jayce shook his head. “Too boring. You can do better than that.”
“It’s true,” I told him. “Everyone knows that’s a cop out answer.”
“Fine. Tell them I’d like someone who can hold deep, meaningful conversations. Is that good enough?”
“That’ll do. Jayce: ‘It’s my eighteenth birthday next month. Will you come to my party?’ Aw, that’s sweet.”
“Eighteen means she’s legal.” Kell wiggled his eyebrows in a fake leer.
“Pervert,” Morris said under his breath, but I saw him suppress a grin.
“Tell her I’m sorry, but I’ve got something secret planned for next month.”
I gave him an approving nod. “That’s a good one. It’ll answer her question and get people wondering what the secret is.”
“How often are we going to have to do this?” Jayce asked. It had only been a week. I wondered if he was already getting sick of it.
“Ideally, once a day for the rest of the tour. I know you guys are busy, so we’ll only do it when you have a spare minute.”
He nodded once, looking relieved.
“Next I need some pics to go with your responses.” I lifted my phone and opened the camera app, pointing it at Jayce. “Give me a sexy look.”
Leaning forward, he placed his elbows on his knees, hands dangling loosely between his legs. His expression changed like he was putting on a mask, shifting from slightly fatigued to narrow-eyed and heated. He quirked the corner of his lips into a smirk and threw a familiar smoldering look my way.
The muscles in my stomach clenched automatically. I suppressed a whimper as a delicious ache throbbed between my thighs. I’d seen that panty-melting look at concerts and in photos, but being the sole recipient threatened to make my insides gush.
“Yeah, that’s good,” I croaked. I tried to keep my hands from shaking as I took the photo. “Done. Thanks.”
Jayce leaned back. I expected that look to melt off his face, but he kept the smirk for a moment longer, catching my eyes. I went still, trapped by his gaze. I thought I saw his expression soften in amusement before he flicked his eyes away, freeing me.
“Jayce, that’s rude,” Kell admonished.
“What?” he asked, faking innocence.
“Don’t go ensnaring our internet girl with your sexy rock star look.”
I looked down at my phone, trying to hide a blush. “Don’t worry,” I said, pretending to type away. “I’m sure I’ll build up an immunity eventually.” I hoped.
“Wait till you see grumpy-just-woke-up-with-morning-breath Jayce after we’ve spent a night sleeping on the tour bus. That’s enough to scare off any woman.”
That only made me think of waking up next him, naked and wrapped up in cotton sheets, our arms and legs tangled together, bodies pressed against each other.
I squashed that thought immediately.
I hoped maybe those heated moments we’d had would die a slow death once the other band members showed up and invaded the tour bus, but they hadn’t. The sexual tension between us had only intensified. I hoped to god the others hadn’t realized there was something going on.
Every time Jayce threw that stare my way, my knees went as weak as jelly. I was determined not to let him affect me like that, but if I didn’t get a hold of myself, I was going to die from sexual frustration before summer was over.
A small part of me couldn’t help but think that, as far as dying went, it wouldn’t be a bad way to go.