Damn, okay, those were serious Daddy vibes he was giving off. He sure sounded serious too.
“Good plan,” Rebel muttered, poking clumsily at the keypad on the phone before sending the message and turning it off.
We crawled into our own beds, though there was no saying which bed we’d crawl into after an early morning trip to the bathroom. Neither of us was ready to ask Draven to book ourroom with a single king-sized bed yet, but we’d tossed around the idea a time or two. Steel stroked my hair back from my cheek and smoothed out the haphazard mess of blankets I’d yanked across me. He did the same with Rebel, turned out the light, and reminded us that he wouldn’t be free until after tomorrow’s show.
Sad.
“He’s good for us,” I murmured as I snuggled into my pillow.
“You’d be good with us being, well, us, as in the three of us, right?” Rebel asked. "Because I can see myself falling in love with you both.”
“Ditto. I’m more than good with it. I just hope he is, too.”
“Same,” Rebel muttered, sighing contently.
Soft snores followed as I slowly drifted off, wondering what it would be like to be sandwiched between him and Steel in a bed like this, while remaining hopeful that it would happen soon.
Chapter 22
(Rebel)
Hey, I've been waiting for you to get back to me on that idea I pitched you the other night. What’s the deal?
There is no deal. The timing is horrible. I’ve got too much shit on my plate to even think about it right now.
I need you to find a room.
If you insist on an answer right fuckin’ now, it’s no.
Dude! You can’t mean that.
I can, and I do.
Can’t you see how big this could be?
No, because I don’t have time to think about it right now or figure out what kind of time commitment it would be because you can’t wait two fucking minutes for me to fucking give it the consideration it deserves before pestering me for an answer.
Relief swept over me when the dreaded dots of doom didn’t appear at the bottom of the message window.
Maybe the fucker had finally gotten the point.
“Dude, why are you still standing here? We've got to go!” Johnny said, tugging my sleeve to get me moving.
I yanked my arm back, barking at him before I could think about checking my tone. “Cut it the fuck out! I’m coming!”
“Damn man, who pissed in your Cheerios this morning?"
“Just get on the fucking bus and leave me the fuck alone!” I snapped.
“Whoa, hey, let’s take it down a notch and chill for a minute,” Kit said, sliding between me and Johnny.
He didn’t put his hands on me; he just held his up so I could see that he didn’t intend to touch unless I invited him to.
“Yeah, a minute would be good,” I said, fishing in my pocket for my vape.
Kit inclined his head towards the side door, away from our bus, and Sully and Vale followed us outside, where I immediately took a puff.
“Fuck!” I growled. “I owe Johnny an apology.”