Page 98 of Sky Full of Stars

“It’s not okay. I told them we couldn’t leave you there but this fan vaulted the table and people started screaming, we got dragged out by security, it was chaos.”

“Oh God, sounds awful, is everyone okay?”

“I’m fine. But I’m pissed. I can’t believe I lost you. I was going crazy.”

“Well, you’re here now,” she half smiles. “Are you going back to the party?”

“Not a chance.” I lean back, I’m tired too, still in need of that shower and my adrenalin is crashing. I also don’t want to tell her I suspect she’s purposely been misdirected from where I was waiting for her. That is something I will get to the bottom of first thing tomorrow. “I just need to go get cleaned up then can I join you?”

“It’s your room,” she says.

I rub my hand over my mouth and look at her trying to gage what she is feeling.

“Did I fuck this up?”

“What? No,” she shook her head. “It isn’t your fault you lost your phone, I text and called a couple of times. I guess we just need a clearer system for making a getaway next time.”

She is trying to joke it off but she is hurt and I hate it. Hate my fame causing her any more upset than she’s already been through. I take hold of her hand and look at them as our fingers entwine. It doesn’t feel right to say it now, not when I messed up and have to make it up to her, but fuck, looking at her now, all I want is to tell her how I feel. I’m so irritated I told Erica the truth before I got a chance to speak to Jenna.

“Go shower,” she sniffs. “I’m not averse to a bit of sexy male sweat but,” she wrinkles up her nose and pushes me away. “You need to go see to that.”

“Promise you’re not mad,” I say, getting to my feet.

“I’m not mad, well… maybe a little, it did feel kinda shitty being left behind.”

I close my eyes in frustration.

“Adam, go take a shower then come back here and make it up to me.”

My eyes fly open, she’s smiling. And to add a bit of extra incentive, she pulls her top over her head revealing her naked tits. I almost fall on top of her but know she won’t appreciate that, so I run to the bathroom instead.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m curled around Jenna like a limpet, my head buried in her neck, my arms and legs wrapped around her. God knows how she managed to breathe with me lying all over her, and where our skin meets is roasting and damp with sweat. Even though she kept telling me last night she had to be up for her work early and we couldn’t stay awake all night screwing, she didn’t do much to put me off. I ache in all the good ways as I peel off her and stretch out like a starfish. A quick glance at the clock on the nightstand confirms it’s just after nine. I roll onto my side and prop my head up in my hand, then lightly tug at her hair. She looks so cute as her face scrunches and she slowly comes out of a deep sleep. Then she smiles at me, without opening her eyes.

“Hey, Slugger, it’s nine fifteen, what time do you need to go?”

She rubs her fists against her eyes and yawns, drawing herself up. “Crap, the car is coming for me at ten.”

I lean in and kiss the side of her neck.

“No time for that nonsense,” she gave my arm a light slap. “You got enough last night.”

“I don’t get to keep you long enough, I need my Jenna fix.”

“I have to go to work,” she laughs as she pulls away from me.

I flop back on the bed and watch as she gets up and walks to the bathroom, gloriously and unashamedly naked, she glances back as she gets to the door and arches a brow. It’s all the invitation I need. I jump off the bed and run after her. She turns on the water and checks the temperature before stepping into the large shower cubicle. I follow behind and decide to wash her, because I’m helpful like that, it has nothing to do with feeling her up. As handsy as I got, she didn’t let me go too far and we were getting out of the shower before I could put forward an outstanding argument against it.

“Can I come watch you work today?”

“That is not a good idea,” she says, dropping her towel and taking out some black lacy underwear. I watch her dress into a black pencil skirt and dark blue silk blouse. “You’d be recognised and cause a riot.”

“I can stay out of the way and I’m a master of disguise. Plus, how many mildly erotic romance novel fans would even care about seeing me?”

“Probably a lot, have you seen you? You’re like the image of what women the world over use as inspiration for the book boyfriend.”

“Book boyfriend?” I laugh, pulling on some boxer briefs and a t-shirt. “I think what you meant to say was porn star.”

“It is not porn,” she says over her shoulder as she walks back to the bathroom to do her hair and make-up. “Porn has a loose, unoriginal premise that involves nothing but sexual situations all the way through. Romance novels have intricately plotted story lines about two people falling for each other which then may necessitate a few scenes of…”

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