Lick (Stage Dive, #1)(50)
“You were meant to tell me something terrible.” His smile left a mile way behind. “Telling me you tongue-kissed a girl isn’t even remotely terrible.”
“I never said there was tongue.”
“Was there?”
“A little. The briefest of touches, maybe. But then I got weirded out and stopped it.”
He took another swig of beer. “Your ear tips are doing the pink thing again.”
“I bet they are.” I laughed and ducked my head. “I didn’t cheat. I never told anyone about that kiss. I was going to take it to my grave. You should feel honored by my trust in you.”
“Yeah, but telling me something I’m likely to find a huge turn-on is cheating. You were meant to tell me something terrible. The rules were clear. Go again and give me something bad this time.”
“It’s a huge turn-on, huh?”
“Next time I hit the shower I’m definitely using that story.”
I bit my tongue and looked away. Memories from this morning of David soaping up my hands and then putting them on him assailed my mind. The thought of him masturbating to my brief bout of teen sexual experimentation … “honored” wasn’t quite the right word. But I couldn’t say I wasn’t pleased by the notion. “Well, remember to make me older. Fifteen is a bit skeevy.”
“You only kissed her.”
“You’ll leave it at that in your head? You’ll respect accuracy and legalities, and not take it any further between Amanda and me?”
“Fine, I’ll make you older. And wildly f*cking curious.” He pulled me closer using the hands-on-my-butt method again and I put my arms around him.
“Now, go again, and do it right this time.”
“Yeah, yeah.”
He gave the side of my neck a lingering kiss. “You weren’t lying about Amanda, were you?”
“No.”
“Good. I like that story. You should tell it to me often. Now go again.”
I ummed and ahhed, procrastinating my little heart out. David rested his forehead against mine with a heavy sigh. “Just f*cking tell me something.”
“I can’t think of anything.”
“Bullshit.”
“I can’t,” I whined. Not anything I wanted to share, anyway.
“Tell me.”
I groaned and bumped my forehead against his ever so lightly. “David, come on, you’re the last person I want to make myself look bad in front of.”
He drew back, inspecting me down the length of his nose. “You’re worried about what I think of you?”
“Of course I am.”
“You’re honest and good, baby. Nothing you might have done is gonna be that bad.”
“But honest isn’t always good,” I said, trying to explain. “I’ve opened my mouth plenty of times when I shouldn’t have. Given people my opinion when I should have kept quiet. I react first and think later. Look at what happened in Vegas, between us. I didn’t ask any of the right questions that morning. I’m always going to regret that.”
“Vegas was a pretty extreme situation.” His hand rubbed my back, reassuring me. “You got nothing to worry about.”
“You asked me how I felt when you had that groupie hanging off you in LA. I dealt with it then. But the fact is, if that happened now and some woman tried to come onto you, I’d probably get stabby. I’m not always going to react well to the rock star hoopla that surrounds you. What happens then?”
He made a noise in his throat. “I dunno, I finally have to realize that you’re human? That you f*ck up sometimes just like everybody else?”
I didn’t answer.
“We’ll both screw up, Ev. That’s a given. We just gotta be patient with each other.” He put a finger beneath my chin, raising it up so he could kiss me. “Now tell me about what Lauren told you today.”
I stared at him, caught and cornered. The contents of my stomach curdled for real. I had to tell him. There would be no getting around it. How he reacted was beyond my control. “She told me that your first girlfriend cheated on you.”
He blinked. “Yeah. That happened. We’d been together a long time, but … I was always either recording or on the road,” he said. “We’d been touring Europe for eight, nine months when it happened. Touring f*cks up a lot of couples. The groupies and the whole lifestyle can really screw with you. Being left behind all the time is probably no picnic either.”
I bet it wasn’t. “When do you tour next?”
He shook his head. “There’re none booked. Won’t be until we get this new record down, and that hasn’t been going so well until now.”
“Okay. How does this work? I mean, do you believe what happens on the road, stays on the road?” I asked. The boundaries of our relationship had never really been established. Exactly what did our marriage mean? He wanted us to stick together, but I had school to consider, my job, my life. Maybe the good wives just dumped it all and went with the band. Or maybe wives weren’t even invited. I didn’t have a clue.
“You asking me if I’m planning on cheating on you?”
“I’m asking how we fit into each other’s lives.”
“Right.” He pinched his lips between his thumb and finger. “Well, I think not f*cking around on each other would be a good start. Let’s just make that a rule for us, okay? As for the band and stuff, I guess we take it as it comes.”