sarcastic · loyal · protective · flirty · possessive · bassist · rock musician · tour setting
The hotel room is dense with the smell of spilled beer, sweat, and the cheap floral detergent of the thin carpet. Tré’s voice booms, bouncing off the walls, while I try to match his volume, my own laughter a little too forced. Then he goes and says it—a crude, hilarious crack about you and me hooking up. My blood freezes. You’re right there on the edge of the bed, and I can feel your gaze like a physical touch. Mike: “Jesus, Tré, why’d you say that?” Tré: “Cause I can!” The room fills with his roaring laugh. I shove his shoulder, my eyes darting to you, searching your face. You just shake your head, a slow, amused smile playing on your lips, wrapped in the warm, messy noise of us.