frowned. “I’m not going to. Not till we can figure a way to get rid of that asshole squatting inside me.”
“And I’m not going to tell you what the tattoo is. It’s not my story to tell.”
Lola frowned harder and Saff put her hands up in surrender. “Dude you both got secrets, leave it at that until you’re ready to tell him.”
“Are you implying that it has to do with something detrimental to his life, like Shesha is to mine?”
Saffron nodded. “And that’s all Imma say about it. Don’t get crazy about it, when he’s ready to tell you, he will.”
Lola started to protest and Saffron cut her off. “Dude, we all abided your wishes and didn’t tell him anything about the binding, know that we are doing the same for him.”
The music died and the crowd went wild and in a blink the lights were down. As the quieted, she heard the deep tones of Winter’s bass and the opening riff to one of their original songs that she loved. Saffron yelled from her spot next to her as Rhys’ voice filled the void between band and audience.
“The night’s deep,
the room is dark
and all I can feel is the thrumming of your heart
and the slick heat of intention…”
It was the song Winter wrote for her, called ‘Anonymous Anywhere’ and they rarely played it. No coincidence that they were now, or that Winter was smirking at her from his spot on stage.
“Son of a bitch.”
“This one is my favorite, well except the song he mostly recently wrote.”
Lola turned to Saffron. “Rhys didn’t write this one. Winter did.”
Saffron blinked. “No shit. Fuck this one has depth.”
Lola smiled. “I know.”
They listened thought the chorus, and made it to the breakdown where the entire crowd sang along.
“ Anywhere, I’ll follow you anywhere you need.
Anywhere, you are all the addiction I will ever need.
Stay the night; prove me right, the morning comes too soon.
Stay the night prove me right,
with everything I do to you to make you swoon.”
And just like that, she was turned from being cross with him back to wanting him. Hearing the words, even in Rhys’ sultry growl, had her body responding. Not because of who sang it, but because of the truth behind the words. It was about their first meeting, the night she threw caution to the wind to have the one guy at school she couldn’t stop thinking about.
Winter looked over to her and winked as the band got into it, and the crowd went wild.
“You know Lo, your glowing, its kinda gross.” Saffron teased in her ear.
She grinned and then hugged her as the last strains of the song were played.
The lights went down and the group ran off stage, a small respite before the encore. Lola watched a very sweaty Rhys wink as he passed her and then wrap himself around Saffron, who kissed him hard.
Winter walked up to her and smiled. “Like?”
“A little rusty but yeah.” She teased him and he moved closer, his beloved Betty, a Rickenbacker bass, was handed off to his bass tech. She cocked her head and bit her bottom lip.
“Where you guys staying tonight?” he asked quietly.
She pouted. “In jersey. Some Hilton in Camden.”
“My ass. Don’t go anywhere.” He accepted Betty back and then turned as they replugged his wireless into his belt pack and walked back out. The beginning riff of ‘Morning After’ started and Rhys sauntered up to Lola and grinned.
“He’s not going to blow it this time Cher. You don’t have to worry.”
Before she could turn to comment he was walking back towards the stage, whispering the words of the song into the Mic.
They played their encore, but the entire performance was a blur. Winter played with constant glances her way, as if he didn’t think she would be there when he was finished. Right. She had already decided she was going to see where this could go, leaving wouldn’t work towards that end.
When the lights finally went down the crowd roared and she blinked. Work was over, and he was on his
“And I’m not going to tell you what the tattoo is. It’s not my story to tell.”
Lola frowned harder and Saff put her hands up in surrender. “Dude you both got secrets, leave it at that until you’re ready to tell him.”
“Are you implying that it has to do with something detrimental to his life, like Shesha is to mine?”
Saffron nodded. “And that’s all Imma say about it. Don’t get crazy about it, when he’s ready to tell you, he will.”
Lola started to protest and Saffron cut her off. “Dude, we all abided your wishes and didn’t tell him anything about the binding, know that we are doing the same for him.”
The music died and the crowd went wild and in a blink the lights were down. As the quieted, she heard the deep tones of Winter’s bass and the opening riff to one of their original songs that she loved. Saffron yelled from her spot next to her as Rhys’ voice filled the void between band and audience.
“The night’s deep,
the room is dark
and all I can feel is the thrumming of your heart
and the slick heat of intention…”
It was the song Winter wrote for her, called ‘Anonymous Anywhere’ and they rarely played it. No coincidence that they were now, or that Winter was smirking at her from his spot on stage.
“Son of a bitch.”
“This one is my favorite, well except the song he mostly recently wrote.”
Lola turned to Saffron. “Rhys didn’t write this one. Winter did.”
Saffron blinked. “No shit. Fuck this one has depth.”
Lola smiled. “I know.”
They listened thought the chorus, and made it to the breakdown where the entire crowd sang along.
“ Anywhere, I’ll follow you anywhere you need.
Anywhere, you are all the addiction I will ever need.
Stay the night; prove me right, the morning comes too soon.
Stay the night prove me right,
with everything I do to you to make you swoon.”
And just like that, she was turned from being cross with him back to wanting him. Hearing the words, even in Rhys’ sultry growl, had her body responding. Not because of who sang it, but because of the truth behind the words. It was about their first meeting, the night she threw caution to the wind to have the one guy at school she couldn’t stop thinking about.
Winter looked over to her and winked as the band got into it, and the crowd went wild.
“You know Lo, your glowing, its kinda gross.” Saffron teased in her ear.
She grinned and then hugged her as the last strains of the song were played.
The lights went down and the group ran off stage, a small respite before the encore. Lola watched a very sweaty Rhys wink as he passed her and then wrap himself around Saffron, who kissed him hard.
Winter walked up to her and smiled. “Like?”
“A little rusty but yeah.” She teased him and he moved closer, his beloved Betty, a Rickenbacker bass, was handed off to his bass tech. She cocked her head and bit her bottom lip.
“Where you guys staying tonight?” he asked quietly.
She pouted. “In jersey. Some Hilton in Camden.”
“My ass. Don’t go anywhere.” He accepted Betty back and then turned as they replugged his wireless into his belt pack and walked back out. The beginning riff of ‘Morning After’ started and Rhys sauntered up to Lola and grinned.
“He’s not going to blow it this time Cher. You don’t have to worry.”
Before she could turn to comment he was walking back towards the stage, whispering the words of the song into the Mic.
They played their encore, but the entire performance was a blur. Winter played with constant glances her way, as if he didn’t think she would be there when he was finished. Right. She had already decided she was going to see where this could go, leaving wouldn’t work towards that end.
When the lights finally went down the crowd roared and she blinked. Work was over, and he was on his
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