Page 72 of Sky Full of Stars

I sit up in the bed, keeping the sheet gathered around me and bite down on my thumb nail. My stomach churns thinking about what it will be like when we meet up in London. It’s one thing thinking and wondering about it but how would I cope if I met him there, went backstage and women were pawing all over him? Or he was letting them.

“What are you worrying about?” he stood in the doorway with a tray. I can smell the coffee from where I sit. I look at him without speaking. I don’t want him knowing what I’m thinking. “You put that thumbnail between your teeth when you’re worried or nervous.”

“No I don’t,” I immediately take my hand away from my mouth.

“You forget I’ve spent every moment I’ve been with you watching all the little things you do, Jenna.” He comes and sets the tray down on the bed. He has fresh fruit, pastries, toast and coffee and my stomach growls again. “What is it, love?”

My chest constricts when he says that. He’s never called me that before. I force a smile. “Nothing, I promise. I’m just thinking about how hard it will be going back home now I know you fuck like an animal.”

He laughs again but I can see he is still wondering about my thoughts. “It will be hard,” he takes my hand. “That’s why I was going to ask if you can stay a little longer. I have work I need to do today and Bianca still has us tied up with some promotional things over the next few days. I selfishly want to spend every second with you before I have to leave on the tour.”

I did actually take a full week off work so I don’t need to rush back on the flight I booked but I don’t want him thinking I’m desperate. “I don’t know. I’m pretty busy in work.”

He pouts. “Please? I’m not above begging, Jenna. Plus I do have ways of making you stay, animalistic ones.”

“How can I argue with that?”

“Will you stay?”

“I need to check with Izzy,” I lie but I kind of like seeing him think I’m trying hard to decide what to do, when in reality, I am going to change my flight as soon as I’ve eaten.

“Really?”

“I’ll see.”

He kisses the tips of my fingers and passes me a mug of coffee. He takes his and sits beside me. “We have to do this feel good thing this morning, some photos and sound bites, you want to come?”

“Would that be allowed, I mean, would people not get pissed about me being there, or would I be seen and…”

“Why would anyone get pissed? No one will take your picture. We’ll make out you’re part of the entourage Bianca has following us around everywhere,” he rolls his eyes. “In fact you just got hired as my personal assistant,” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. “I’d really love you to come, if you’re comfortable with it?”

“I’ll only go if Bianca is okay with it. She seems like she needs to be in charge.”

“I’ll handle her, she can’t exactly do it without me there.”

“Don’t get into trouble for me, Adam. If it isn’t okay there is some work I can catch up on here while you’re busy.”

He pulls up his emails on his phone. “I have a pre-tour meeting this morning, till about twelve, then…the Children’s Hospital to meet some sick kids,” he frowns.

“I can’t go to that,” I tell him.

“Yeah, sorry should have checked before I asked. How about we have lunch before, we can meet at the record label?” I’m much more comfortable with that. So I agree. “I’ll get a car to pick you up.” He drinks his coffee and pops a couple of grapes into his mouth. “I need a shower. As much as I love the smell of you all over me, I don’t want to rub it in everyone’s face I got extremely dirty with a hot chick in my bed all night.”

It could be fun seeing where he creates his music. I eat some toast then grab one of his t-shirts and slip it on. Out on the balcony, I tip my head up to the sun. It is really beautiful here, so completely different to home but my heart does and always will reside in New York. I know he will be spending time there after the tour but his home is here. I shake my head. I don’t want to think about that right now.

Taking the tray with me, I go downstairs and grab my phone, then sit outside on a lounger by the pool. Sipping the coffee, I call Brooke, knowing she is a few hours ahead of me and it should be nearing her lunch break, not that Brooke ever takes a break. I just hope she isn’t in court. Luckily, I catch her leaving court.

“So how is sunny California? Better yet, how is Adam in bed?”

“Brooke!” I laugh. “How do you know I’ve even done it with him?”

“Haven’t you?”

“Yes,” I roll my eyes.

“I want all the dirty little details.”

“No, but I will say it is fantastic and he went for most of the night. I genuinely struggled to walk this morning.”

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