Page 58 of Sky Full of Stars

“We’re gonna need to meet with replacements, but I’m not sure man, this is gonna screw us up. If we have to cancel we’re gonna have to pay out a shit heap of cash. Nick thinks he knows a guy who might work but we gotta get this done soon. We leave in three weeks. Someone needs to learn all the music. Fucker is lucky I haven’t killed him.”

I run a hand over my face and look over at Jenna, she’s watching the game with a smile on her face. This means our trip tomorrow is off. I need to leave. My stomach drops thinking about it. I really wanted this last day with her and now I have to go.

“Can you get back here tonight?”

“No,” I tell him. My hand is being forced but I’m not about to walk out on her tonight. I know he’s about to argue. “Get Bianca to sort out a jet for me in the morning. I’m right in the middle of something tonight I can’t just up and leave.”

He’s quiet for a few seconds. I’m not going to explain. “Okay fine. This is fucked up Ad, we’re in trouble.”

“It’ll be fine, Arch. I think it might be time we have a talk about Jordan,” I add quietly.

“I know, man. I fucking know,” he sounds dejected. “Let me know when you get back.”

I tell him I will and hang up. I look up and see a guy is talking to Jenna. My fist clenches but she is smiling in a polite way, nothing more. I go back over and pointedly look at the guy. He lifts his chin and then steps away. I sit down and Jenna looks at me.

“Everything okay?”

I blow out a breath. “Not really. Our stupid fucking drummer just broke his arm.”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah, we’re starting the European tour in three weeks and we have no drummer.”

Jenna bites her lip and I realise this is the first time I’ve mentioned leaving for Europe.

“I have to leave in the morning,” I say not looking at her, because I don’t want her to see how pissed off I am. “We need to get someone to replace him.”

“It’s okay,” she threads her fingers through mine. “I probably shouldn’t have taken another day anyway.”

“Fuck, I really wanted to…” I look at her and she smiles but it doesn’t reach her eyes. She is disappointed too but I can see something else there. She’s wondering if this is how it’s going to be being with me. “Come to LA,” I blurt out.

“What? I can’t go to LA, Adam.”

“Why not?”

“Because I have work, I can’t just up and run to LA.”

“Not now, in a couple of weeks, you can get things squared away with work, come for a weekend, a long weekend, Friday to Monday.”

“I can’t make decisions like this without thinking it through. I’m not as impulsive or able to do things the way you do. Plus it’s expensive.”

I give her a look. “You know I’d pay. A week from now isn’t impulsive. You have plenty of time to think and speak with your boss, just promise you will at least think about it.”

“I can’t ask you to pay for me.”

“You’re not asking, I’m inviting you so I’ll pay.”

God, I could fucking kill Jordan right now. There may be a queue of people lining up to do it but the way I feel right now, I’ll be knocking them all out of the way to get to him first. Defeated, I sit back in my seat. I no longer care about the game or the fact the Yankees hit a home run and take the lead, people all around us screaming and high fiving. Technically I only had one more day here with her, but I’m being robbed of that and I’m trying to force her to make a snap decision I could have worked on tomorrow, talked her around.

“Hey,” she turns and puts her hand on my thigh. “Let’s not let this ruin tonight okay. I’ll think about LA but for now, can we just enjoy the game?”

I try to smile but she can see it isn’t genuine, so she tickles me. She actually tickles me and I jump away from her. She grins at me and goes at my ribs again until I grab her hands and push them back while pulling her body towards me, laughing at her. I kiss her and she kisses me back. I don’t care who is watching. I’m not leaving here until I know she will come to LA and if she won’t agree before I leave, I’ll bombard her into agreeing. There is no way in hell I’m flying out of the country for six weeks and not seeing her before I go.

Jenna won’t be able to come to the airport with me because, she’d be seen for one, but also because Bianca text the details as we leave the stadium through a door especially for people who don’t want to be seen, she has scheduled the flight for five in the morning.

Using the car service, we take Jenna home but sit in the back seat. With the blacked-out windows and the driver outside of the car, we make out like teenagers. When I lift her on to my lap this time, I sit her so she is straddling me and pull her by her lower back against me. God knows what the driver is thinking but right now, all I give a shit about is Jenna grinding against my dick. She is lost in the moment, her head tilted back and I can’t believe this is happening right now. We could be in her apartment, with me inside her and not dry humping in the back of a car, but she hasn’t invited me up.

I slip my hands under her t-shirt, watching her to see if she stops me, she drops her head and kisses me harder as my hands brush her nipples over her bra.

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