“Where are you?” he asked. His voice went husky, and my core flooded with lust.
“I’m in bed. I was going to take a nap, since we were both up for over twenty-four hours.”
“Missing anything?”
At first, his question confused me, but then I remembered my halfhearted search for my pillow. “Did you take my pillow?”
“I needed something that smelled like you, and I didn’t want to chance Jet finding a pair of your underwear. I figured your pillow would be a safer option.”
“I'm worried about the amount of thought you had to put into that. I do appreciate you keeping my panties a safe distance from Jet, though. I'm wearing the shirt you wore yesterday before we got ready for the party.”
“Ahh, shit, are you trying to kill me? I don’t need to think about you wearing my clothes in bed with a bunch of guys around me. Although I'm confident I can convince you to have phone sex with me tonight when everyone's sleeping.”
I rolled my eyes, knowing full well he was probably right. Hell, just hearing him whisper on the phone had my vagina ready for some action.
“So confident in yourself. You know it isn’t a very attractive trait,” I lied.
“You love it, because you love me.”
Someone started yelling at him in the background. He shouted back, telling them he’d be there in a second.
“Sorry, sexy lady. D wants to go over the itinerary and our set list for tomorrow’s show. I'll call you later tonight for our date.”
“We'll see. Get some sleep, Killer. I know you’ve been awake just as long as I have, and you need to be in your best condition for your fans tomorrow.”
“Always taking care of me. I love you. I'll call you later so you can comply to my commands.”
I was grinning like a fool, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “I love you too. Talk to you tonight.”
We disconnected, and I held the phone up to my ear for a moment longer before plugging it into the charger. I didn’t think sleep would come easy, but I must’ve been more tired than I’d thought. As soon as my head hit my Kill-scented pillowcase, I was dead to the world.
My phone rang, pulling me out of dreamland. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the blankets over my head. Just as I was about to drift off to sleep, someone banged on the front door. My phone blinked, notifying me of the two missed calls from Trent. When my hazy mind registered the time on the clock, I was shocked to see I’d been asleep for eight hours.
My sluggish body made its way downstairs after I threw on a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie. The banging was becoming persistently louder. When I reached the door, I visualized ripping the head off the person behind it. I wrenched it open to see Trent there, holding a big brown bag.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, my tone more harsh than I’d intended.
“I brought you dinner.”
“I don’t think that's such a good idea. Besides, I have leftovers from last night.” I wavered about whether I should invite him in.
“Wait, Faith. I drank way too much last night, and you know I don’t normally drink. I want to apologize to you, and I figured food would be a good start.”
“Trent, it seems like this is all we do. We become friends, and then you try to profess something to me you shouldn’t. I tell you that friends are all we can be, and you blow up. Then, you apologize. The whole cycle is exhausting.”
“I do want to be your friend, Faith. I'm sorry I made this difficult for you. I’ll admit I was wounded when you chose Kill instead of me, but I don’t have many friends, and I don’t want to lose you. I feel closer to you since you shared the notes with me, and I don’t want you to think you can’t come to me when you need help. Can we try again? Please.”
I sighed, moving aside so he could come in. He smiled when he realized he was getting another chance. We walked to the kitchen to divvy up the Chinese food in silence.
In the living room, I curled up on the couch, holding a pillow to my stomach. Trent sat on the floor, probably sensing that I didn’t want him too close to me. I turned on the TV, and we munched in continued silence. My phone beeped, and I grabbed it as a drowning person would a lifeline.
Ryan had sent me a text,
Hey Sexy. Do you want
me to come over and keep
you company later?