Page 6 of Rockstar Valentine

He shrugs. “I don’t know. I just can’t seem to find the inspiration. It’s like I’m stuck in a rut.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, feeling for him. “That must be kind of scary.”

“It’s frustrating.” Griffin leans back and stares into the night sky. “Yeah, it’s kinda scary I guess. I don’t know how to do anything else but what I do. If it’s gone...”

“It’s not gone. You probably just need to fill the well.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

Boy is he surly. If he were a kid in my preschool class, I’d call him a grumpapotamus. But something about the way he’s looking up at the stars makes me want to help him.

“It means you need new experiences, new people, new perspectives. You can’t just keep doing the same thing and expect different results.”

Griffin snorts. “You teach that to your preschool kids?”

“No, their wells are always overflowing.”

“Your turn. Tell me something about you. Why does a girl so obviously anti-rock-n-roll know every word to my songs? Why were you at a concert tonight?”

“I’m not anti-rock-n-roll. Just because I don’t dress like a groupie doesn’t mean I don’t like rock. I’ve always loved your music. I’m just buttoned-up.”

“On the outside maybe. The way you kiss makes me think there’s more going on inside than most people know about.”

Since I don’t have much experience kissing, I’m not sure how to take that. “How do I kiss?”

“Like a woman who likes to fuck rock stars.”

I wouldliketo clutch my invisible pearls. “I don’t know what that means.”

“It means underneath all your very proper clothes is a bad girl made for sin.” He cups my jaw and looks deeply into my eyes. “She’s been calling to me all night. She wants me to see her, wants me to know her.”

I have no idea what to say to that. Griffin takes my silence as an invitation and he leans in and kisses me. His lips move against mine with a hunger that makes my heart beat faster and my body burn. I don’t know if it’s the feeling of being wanted or just the way he moves his mouth against mine, but I feel like he’s revealing a part of me that’s been hidden until now.

The part of me that’s been made for fucking a rock star. Even thinking that makes me blush.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine. “You’re going to get me arrested. I’m not going to be able to stop until I have you naked on this park bench.”

“Griffin,” I whisper.

“What else do you want to know about me, little dove?”

We’re sharing the same breath, our faces touching. “I want to know...”

“Tell me, baby. I’ll tell you any damn thing right now.”

“Who was your first love?”

“The girl next door. Her name was Maya, and she was my girlfriend for two years during high school. Who was yours?”

“I’ve never been in love.”

Griffin pulls back to look at me better. “That doesn’t make any sense to me at all. You were made to be in love. You’re softand sweet and honest. You make me feel things I haven’t...you’re the only one to treat me like a real person in years.”

“I’m shy, overly cautious, and too curvy.”

“Oh baby, no. There is nothing about your curves that is too anything.”

I shake my head. Reality creeping in. “I’ve seen who you date. Small women. Thin and waif-like.”

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