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But I don’t back down, and I don’t remove my eyes from her although she’s
already looked away. I notice the way her long lashes flutter to the top of her
cheeks. The way h er small body is still shaking from the adrenaline rush of barging
in here. The way she still stands straight,
shoulders back, like a fighter. Lyric is a fighter, but she’s also vulnerable,
and I’ve glimpsed into a part of her that makes me vulnerable , too. Her words. Her truth. I’m so totally fucked.
“I should claim my bunk . ” S he looks up,
begging me to let her go, so I open the door, although it’s the last thing I
want to do.
“Goodnight,
Lyric.”
She pauses and looks as though she’s going to turn around. If she does , I might pull her back into my room, and this time
I won’t let her leave.
It’s better if she leaves.
She’s still facing away when she says,
“Goodnight, Wolf.”
Lyric
I’m awakened at the sound of my whispered
name and a gentle gust of air scraping my cheek. A groan escapes. It’s all I
can muster. My body is heavy, my lids heavier. I’m not sure I could move if I
tried.
“Lyric.”
There it is again. I squint before
opening my eyes, knowing whoever is waking me will appear blurry and asshole- ish . “You’re on the couch and the guys are waking up. Come
on, I’ll take you to your bunk.”
Ugh. That’s right. My bunk. I open my eyes a bit wider to see a shirtless Wolf
standing in front of me—the thief who stole a tiny part of my soul last night
without even realizing it. T o add insult to injury, t here
were no bottom bunks left by the time we were done arguing, so the couch was my
only option.
“I can’t sleep on the top bunk,” I moan.
“What? Why not?”
I groan again and try to sit up, but my
head immediately starts spinning. From the furious rage I spun into last night
or for the few too many beers. I don’t know. “I just can’t,” I say as I fall
back onto the hard couch. My damn bones are going to hate me when I wake up for
rea l .
“Come on, you can have my bed.”
I’m too groggy and sore to move or speak
again, so when Wolf takes me in his arms , I
don’t resist. In seconds , I’m poured onto
soft, plush, fabric , and a blanket covers me.
Curling into the mattress and letting it form to my body seems to be so
natural. Before I can think about where Wolf has placed me, I’m headed back to
dreamland.
Too
much silence. I’ve woken up on tour buses many times, and it’s never been this
quiet. My body is accustomed to the noise , and
I can sleep through it like a baby. So why so much silence? There’s a bright
light through the thin skin of my eyelids , and I can tell it’s well past morning. I also feel better
rested than I have in a long time. And why the hell am I comfortable? Tour bus bunks are the furthest thing from luxury.
Nothing is adding up until I open my eyes
and gasp. I throw the comforter from my body and sit up with a lurch. I’m in a
bedroom on a moving bus. A bedroom?
“Morning, sunshine.”
I gasp and turn toward the deep voice on
the other side of the room. Wolf is sitting in a chair in the corner, his eyes
glued to the television. He's watching a movie, but it’s on silent. He reaches for the remote and presses a button,
turning on the sound.
“Why am I in your bed?”
“You passed out on the couch and didn’t
look very comfortable. I tried to move you to a bunk , but you moaned about not liking it on top. Surprising. I took you for a girl
who likes control of all things.”
He’s wearing a smirk , and I’d love to slap it off his face, but my body is scream ing at me.
I need to stretch, or run, but there’s no room to do either. And I need to get
out of Wolf’s lair before he mistakes me for one of his groupies.
“I can’t sleep on the top bunk —f ear of heights thing. Ever since I was little , I’ve had horrible nightmares anytime I sleep high
up. It’s awful. I wake up constantly thinking I’m going
already looked away. I notice the way her long lashes flutter to the top of her
cheeks. The way h er small body is still shaking from the adrenaline rush of barging
in here. The way she still stands straight,
shoulders back, like a fighter. Lyric is a fighter, but she’s also vulnerable,
and I’ve glimpsed into a part of her that makes me vulnerable , too. Her words. Her truth. I’m so totally fucked.
“I should claim my bunk . ” S he looks up,
begging me to let her go, so I open the door, although it’s the last thing I
want to do.
“Goodnight,
Lyric.”
She pauses and looks as though she’s going to turn around. If she does , I might pull her back into my room, and this time
I won’t let her leave.
It’s better if she leaves.
She’s still facing away when she says,
“Goodnight, Wolf.”
Lyric
I’m awakened at the sound of my whispered
name and a gentle gust of air scraping my cheek. A groan escapes. It’s all I
can muster. My body is heavy, my lids heavier. I’m not sure I could move if I
tried.
“Lyric.”
There it is again. I squint before
opening my eyes, knowing whoever is waking me will appear blurry and asshole- ish . “You’re on the couch and the guys are waking up. Come
on, I’ll take you to your bunk.”
Ugh. That’s right. My bunk. I open my eyes a bit wider to see a shirtless Wolf
standing in front of me—the thief who stole a tiny part of my soul last night
without even realizing it. T o add insult to injury, t here
were no bottom bunks left by the time we were done arguing, so the couch was my
only option.
“I can’t sleep on the top bunk,” I moan.
“What? Why not?”
I groan again and try to sit up, but my
head immediately starts spinning. From the furious rage I spun into last night
or for the few too many beers. I don’t know. “I just can’t,” I say as I fall
back onto the hard couch. My damn bones are going to hate me when I wake up for
rea l .
“Come on, you can have my bed.”
I’m too groggy and sore to move or speak
again, so when Wolf takes me in his arms , I
don’t resist. In seconds , I’m poured onto
soft, plush, fabric , and a blanket covers me.
Curling into the mattress and letting it form to my body seems to be so
natural. Before I can think about where Wolf has placed me, I’m headed back to
dreamland.
Too
much silence. I’ve woken up on tour buses many times, and it’s never been this
quiet. My body is accustomed to the noise , and
I can sleep through it like a baby. So why so much silence? There’s a bright
light through the thin skin of my eyelids , and I can tell it’s well past morning. I also feel better
rested than I have in a long time. And why the hell am I comfortable? Tour bus bunks are the furthest thing from luxury.
Nothing is adding up until I open my eyes
and gasp. I throw the comforter from my body and sit up with a lurch. I’m in a
bedroom on a moving bus. A bedroom?
“Morning, sunshine.”
I gasp and turn toward the deep voice on
the other side of the room. Wolf is sitting in a chair in the corner, his eyes
glued to the television. He's watching a movie, but it’s on silent. He reaches for the remote and presses a button,
turning on the sound.
“Why am I in your bed?”
“You passed out on the couch and didn’t
look very comfortable. I tried to move you to a bunk , but you moaned about not liking it on top. Surprising. I took you for a girl
who likes control of all things.”
He’s wearing a smirk , and I’d love to slap it off his face, but my body is scream ing at me.
I need to stretch, or run, but there’s no room to do either. And I need to get
out of Wolf’s lair before he mistakes me for one of his groupies.
“I can’t sleep on the top bunk —f ear of heights thing. Ever since I was little , I’ve had horrible nightmares anytime I sleep high
up. It’s awful. I wake up constantly thinking I’m going
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