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base of the stairs just as Jesse came back in with a single leather duffle.
“Good night, Mom, Dad.”
We all bi d our “Goodnights” and Jesse followed me up the stairs. I showed him the guest room, which was across the hall from mine. He set his duffle at the foot of the bed and turned to me with a smile. “Your parents are pretty good eggs.”
I held out my hand and led him across the hallway into my room and shut the door. “They are.” I lay down on the bed with a sigh and patted the space next to me. “But I’m fine if we want to stop talking about them.”
He scanned my room, probably remembering both the good and the bad that had transpired here. A shiver licked his spine and he settled beside me, drawing me close. “Lots of strange memories for such a small room.”
I stared into his face, suddenly serious. “I’m sorry.”
He brushed a strand of hair back from my face. “I never asked for perfect, Sasha. We’re going to probably make more mistakes from here. I’ve only ever wanted you to be all in this thing.”
I sighed, and my breath stirred the lopsided chunk of hair falling across his forehead. I leaned mine against his and closed my eyes. “I am. I am so in.”
His hand curled slowly around my neck and sifted up through the base of my hair. Neither of us moved and we just sat there, breathing in each other. I coul d have stayed like that forever, even though this wasn’t a safe space for us with all its memories. We needed something that was just ours, that was fresh and new.
“Have you decided if you’re keeping the house, then?”
He kissed my nose and rolled onto his back, pulling me onto his chest. I rubbed my cheek across his body and snuggled as tight as I could get. “Do you want me to? I mean, I’m fine with whatever you want to do, Sasha.”
“When does your tour start?”
“In a month.”
“Are you going to be ready?”
He groaned. “Things are still tense with Scout. If he weren’t being such a douche, we’d be way further along with everything we were supposed to get done. Ainsley wants to add a bunch of PR stuff to the front of the tour so we can promote the new CD.”
I drew circles across his stomach with my fingers. “You sound hesitant about that.”
He shrugged. “Just feeling uncertain about how cohesive we are as a band. That’s easy to disguise on stage. Up there, we can let the music speak for us, and—for right now, at least—that’s the one place where we can all be on the same page.”
“What do you think is going to happen?”
He rubbed my arm. “Scout won’t stick it out. He’s too pissed at me already.”
I lifted up on my elbow and looked at him. “Because of me?”
His gaze roamed my face and he moved his hand to the middle of my back. “Not entirely.”
I frowned. “But a little bit.”
“A big bit.”
I sighed and laid my head back down. “Well that’s shitty.”
He squeezed me. “And not your fault. He’s always been unstable, we’ve just never been on the world’s stage before. That’s adding pressure that none of us understood—that no one can understand until you’re living it.” He kissed the top of my head. “Besides, we’re still a bunch of young, punk kids.”
I laughed. “True.”
“But I don’t want to talk about Scout. That will work itself out, and it is what it is.”
“So . . .” I pressed my lips against his throat. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Us. How I’m going to get through being without you.”
“I don’t even want you to leave tomorrow. What am I going to do when you go on tour?”
“Have you given any more though to coming with me?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea if Scout’s already an issue.”
He sigh ed. “Yeah, that’s throwing gasoline on a fire. And I’m not sure Ainsely will swing for a bus just for you. I could have probably made a case for you when you were pregnant.”
“I’m worried that I’d just be a pain and a
“Good night, Mom, Dad.”
We all bi d our “Goodnights” and Jesse followed me up the stairs. I showed him the guest room, which was across the hall from mine. He set his duffle at the foot of the bed and turned to me with a smile. “Your parents are pretty good eggs.”
I held out my hand and led him across the hallway into my room and shut the door. “They are.” I lay down on the bed with a sigh and patted the space next to me. “But I’m fine if we want to stop talking about them.”
He scanned my room, probably remembering both the good and the bad that had transpired here. A shiver licked his spine and he settled beside me, drawing me close. “Lots of strange memories for such a small room.”
I stared into his face, suddenly serious. “I’m sorry.”
He brushed a strand of hair back from my face. “I never asked for perfect, Sasha. We’re going to probably make more mistakes from here. I’ve only ever wanted you to be all in this thing.”
I sighed, and my breath stirred the lopsided chunk of hair falling across his forehead. I leaned mine against his and closed my eyes. “I am. I am so in.”
His hand curled slowly around my neck and sifted up through the base of my hair. Neither of us moved and we just sat there, breathing in each other. I coul d have stayed like that forever, even though this wasn’t a safe space for us with all its memories. We needed something that was just ours, that was fresh and new.
“Have you decided if you’re keeping the house, then?”
He kissed my nose and rolled onto his back, pulling me onto his chest. I rubbed my cheek across his body and snuggled as tight as I could get. “Do you want me to? I mean, I’m fine with whatever you want to do, Sasha.”
“When does your tour start?”
“In a month.”
“Are you going to be ready?”
He groaned. “Things are still tense with Scout. If he weren’t being such a douche, we’d be way further along with everything we were supposed to get done. Ainsley wants to add a bunch of PR stuff to the front of the tour so we can promote the new CD.”
I drew circles across his stomach with my fingers. “You sound hesitant about that.”
He shrugged. “Just feeling uncertain about how cohesive we are as a band. That’s easy to disguise on stage. Up there, we can let the music speak for us, and—for right now, at least—that’s the one place where we can all be on the same page.”
“What do you think is going to happen?”
He rubbed my arm. “Scout won’t stick it out. He’s too pissed at me already.”
I lifted up on my elbow and looked at him. “Because of me?”
His gaze roamed my face and he moved his hand to the middle of my back. “Not entirely.”
I frowned. “But a little bit.”
“A big bit.”
I sighed and laid my head back down. “Well that’s shitty.”
He squeezed me. “And not your fault. He’s always been unstable, we’ve just never been on the world’s stage before. That’s adding pressure that none of us understood—that no one can understand until you’re living it.” He kissed the top of my head. “Besides, we’re still a bunch of young, punk kids.”
I laughed. “True.”
“But I don’t want to talk about Scout. That will work itself out, and it is what it is.”
“So . . .” I pressed my lips against his throat. “What do you want to talk about?”
“Us. How I’m going to get through being without you.”
“I don’t even want you to leave tomorrow. What am I going to do when you go on tour?”
“Have you given any more though to coming with me?”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea if Scout’s already an issue.”
He sigh ed. “Yeah, that’s throwing gasoline on a fire. And I’m not sure Ainsely will swing for a bus just for you. I could have probably made a case for you when you were pregnant.”
“I’m worried that I’d just be a pain and a
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