The stress relief helped, that’s for sure.
But she complemented me.
The more I talked to her, the sharper I realized she was…and the more vulnerable. It was this pervasive feeling hidden just out of view. I knew that her forgotten past bothered her, although she tried to keep it out of the way. I also knew that she did her best to leave it well out of sight, but the unanswered questions burned in my bind. Why had she run away from home? How much of her past was lost to the accident, and how much had she chosen to forget…
Didn’t take long to realize she was just as stressed as me…And just as grateful for the endless carnal distractions.
The rest of the band wouldn’t understand.
That was fine by me.
I remembered thinking about the filth that I was drenched in…and how the darkness swallowed me whole, tainting me in its depths.
But when I was with her…
I felt a little lighter.
I didn’t directly understand this intoxicating whirlwind of tension just beneath my skin… not until she brightened her light on me.
I was tired.
I was ready to go home.
I was done.
And I couldn’t wait to take her with me.
20
Angel
“This is our last night on the road,” Trent whispered to me one early morning in the dark. We were lying in bed together, cuddling naked. It was swiftly becoming a favorite pastime of mine.
“I’ll bet you’re ready to be done with this.”
“Oh, you have no idea…”
I knew what I wanted to ask, but he never made it easy on me.
“So…” I started.
“So,” he repeated, a sly smile on his face.
“After tonight…what happens? Do I have to go back to Alabama, or…?”
Trent rolled over, propping up his face with his elbow. “Well, that’s up to you, honestly.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah,” Trent grinned. “Kind of grown to like having you around for now. You’re just so great in bed,” he whispered, kissing my neck as he hand ran up my thigh. It sent a shiver up my spine, even if he was mixing in a little too much arrogance into his words for my taste. “I was sort of thinking you would come back with me.”
“What, to your place?”
“That’s right.”
I searched his eyes, but there was nothing there to tell me that he was anything less than completely sincere – regardless of his inability to be kind for more than a few minutes without making himself sound like an egotistical or insensitive prick.
Truth be told… I didn’t want to leave him even if I knew I was playing with fire. This thing that we shared, whatever it was, struck me as the flicker of a lightly burning fire. So far, we could pull back from the heat, save ourselves from the inferno in our future. Everything that we did only added fuel to the flames; it built up a glowering blaze that threatened to erupt into wildfire with too much tinder on the pile.
Am I equipped to handle it if I get burned?
I tried to push these thoughts aside, focusing on something true and solid. I needed another stone; I needed something else to take my attention, something to focus on when things grew too wild between us.
I will not be a burning Angel, I thought.
So, I agreed.
Why wouldn’t I have?
It’s not like I really had anywhere else to go, anyway.
The last performance night came and went, surprisingly quicker than I thought. I’d never thought to ask, but apparently the whole band – manager and all – lived in the same city. That made sense, explaining how they’d come together in the first place.
The tour had been scheduled to end at their hometown, earlier than usual. After they came back into the bus and cleaned up, the driver took us by each home, dropping each member off. As the prospect of rest came, each band member was clearly relieved, if not a bit exhausted.
They even allowed me out of the back of the bus to say their proper goodbyes for now.
I hadn’t heard anything but awful things about Steven, but even he seemed civil, given that the tour was finally over. Although, we clearly weren’t on the best terms after all; he angrily sneered at me when he saw me pop out to head for the bathroom.
Soon, there was just the two of us left, Trent and me, and the bus pulled up to a curb to let us out in a small neighborhood.
Throughout our entire time together, Trent had barely said a word about his place. I guess I came up with my own idea of where a rock star lived… Somewhere cold, industrial, and smelling of the filthy city.
As I stepped out of his car and gazed up the driveway, I realized just how wrong I’d been.
Beachfront.
Honest to God beachfront!
For such a cocky and egotistical guy, he’d been modest in his silence. Here I was, thinking he lived in some rudimentary, dirty old house, but the truth was just completely incredible. Sitting against the water with the ocean to its back, his house put me in awe. A place like this had to cost an absolute fortune...