Everything I Want by Natalie Barnes Page B

open and how my eyes are wide.
    “Oh, shit. Sorry,” I mumble as I quickly turn around to head back out.
    “What are you sorry for Sophia?” Oh, god. I love how he says my name. Stopping, I turn back to face him and gesture with my hands to the room.
    “I didn’t know that this room was taken. I just came in without knocking so… ” Tristan’s mouth raises on the one side, revealing a cocky half smile. His eyes glisten and darken at the same time. My body begins to react at the look he’s giving me.
    “Well, you don’t need to be sorry for opening a door. If I wanted privacy, then I would’ve fucking locked it.” His voice has some edge to it.
    Looking over him real quick, checking him out, I see his smile fade. Giving him a slight nod, I spin back around, trying to leave the room. Again his words stop me in my tracks.
    “Were you looking for a spot to crash?”
    “Ah yeah, but it’s cool. I can go rest out on one of the couches.” Hurry! Get the hell out now! I scream at myself. Grabbing the handle, I push up on the lever.
    “Well, babe, you can always crash in here with me if you want.”
    Spinning around, I give him this “what the fuck are you talking about” look. Tristan has this teasing smile on now, showing off his perfect white teeth. His head tilted back a bit, and his arms folded over his broad chest. The sight of him doing this sends moisture to my center. I close my legs tighter, trying to relieve the pressure. I cross my arms and copy him, quirking my eyebrows up, sucking in my cheeks a little. I have to hide this sudden attraction to him, so I decide to look like I’m annoyed. Which, by the way, right now, I am. But I’m more annoyed at my traitorous body for feeling this way than I am at the invitation he’d just given me.
    “Ahh… No thanks, Tristan. I’ll be fine out there,” I say to him in a smart ass tone. I turn around and start walking out the door; then I wave my left hand up at him in the air and say, “Thanks anyway.”
    The door shuts behind me, and I let out a breath of air that I must have been holding in. I seem to do that every time I’m really nervous. I was beginning to feel hypnotized by him in there. Shit.
    I take a seat next to Roger and curl myself up. I place my earbuds in to tune everyone around me out so I can rest for a little while. I don’t mind being out here, though; it’s just a little noisy for me to be able to really sleep well in is all. I will just have to jam softly to keep the rest of the guy’s noises at bay.
    I scroll though my playlist and end up picking “Perfect Circle” by Three Libras. It’s mellow for me to fade away to. The music begins to softly play, and my mind begins to start drifting away with the gentle lyrics of this song. I rest my left arm up on the couch and rest my head on it. Soon, I drift off.
    I feel weight pushed down beside me and the warmth of someone’s skin so close. I flutter my eyes open to see what’s going on. Tristan is sitting beside me with his arms resting on the top of the couch. His left hand is barely grazing my neck. I jerk suddenly, taken aback at his proximity. Roger is still on my other side, talking to Tristan. Tristan notices me when I jerk, softly looking down at me. Sitting up quickly, I move myself away from him. How long has he been sitting there?
    I look over to Roger and ask, “How long have I been out?” He puckers his lips and looks up while rubbing his chin, thinking.
    “Probably a couple of hours. We’re about to land soon. Which reminds me… Better make one more drink.” Roger gets up and goes over to the bar.
    “Sleep well?” Tristan’s deep voice pulls my attention back to him. Before I could answer him, he starts going again. “Don’t get used to this. We’re catching a bus after tomorrow night’s gig.” He’s cockier now. Who does he think I am? A diva or something?
    “I know,” I respond, my tone flat. But really I don’t. I should’ve known though. I mean, it