After a few minutes, I peek up at him and his eyes are fixed on me. I raise one eyebrow and smirk at him.
He grins back. “What?”
I try to make light of a situation that I know is nothing but heavy. “You skipped all the romance, Loverboy.”
Laughing, he says, “You know it can’t always be rainbows and butterflies.”
I grin at him, remembering the first weekend we spent together and how I asked him if he was dreaming of rainbows and butterflies. Then inching myself up next to him on the pillow so that we are nose to nose, I say, “I think you got the butterflies part down pretty well.”
We lay together for a long while, but neither one of us falls asleep. Leaning over him, I push the hair from his eyes and kiss his nose. “I missed you today.”
“I missed you, too.”
“Don’t ever not call me again.”
“Dahlia, you’re the one who wouldn’t talk to me at Grace’s and then took off. Calling you wouldn’t change what happened, and, honestly, I was pissed at you and didn’t want to talk to you.”
Tears well in my eyes, and he pulls me back down to him. “Besides, how could I call you when you smashed your phone?”
I look at him, dumbfounded. “How do you know that?”
“I called Aerie this morning and she told me she was on her way to see you. Later on she texted me that you got mad and threw your phone. Care to tell me why?”
“I think you already know why, smart-ass.”
“Yeah, but I want to hear you say it.”
I give him a shut-up-now-before-you-get-in-any-more-trouble look and say, “Please promise to always call, no matter how mad we are.”
“First you have to promise you won’t hang up on me.”
“I promise to never hang up.”
Making a crossing motion over his heart he says, “I promise to call.”
“River, I’m sorry we never made it to Las Vegas.” We haven’t discussed our postponed elopement and I want him to know getting married to him is something I still plan to do.
He stares at me for a long time, maybe searching for answers to his own questions, questions he should already know the answers to. “There’s a lot going on right now. We’ll make it there when the time’s right.”
With that, I know we have done enough talking for one night. So when he wraps his arms around me, rolling us over, I close my eyes and get lost in him again.
This time we don’t take it slow, either, but River pours his heart into every touch and I show my love for him with every single kiss. I don’t know what time it is when we finish, but I lie back on top of him, ready to drift off to sleep. Tonight I don’t need to pick a side of the bed. I will stay where I am, where I want to be.
Chapter 10
Rebel Beat
“River, get your ass out of bed! We have to meet with Ellie in thirty minutes.” Those are the first words I hear, right as our bedroom door swings open. I grab for the blanket and pull it up as far as I can.
Rolling to his side, he pulls me behind him, shielding me. “What the fuck, Xander, did you forget how to knock?”
Xander stands there looking very hungover. Leaning against the doorframe he says, “Shit. I thought you were alone. Didn’t know the Muse came home. Well, we have a meeting, so get your ass up.”
“I’m not going to any more meetings. Go without me.”
“This one is with the label.”
“Xander, I’m not going.”
Xander shakes his head and mumbles something under his breath that sounds like “asshole” but then he says, “Whatever, Loverboy! I’ll call you later with the details.”
As River pulls me tighter to him, I nestle my head contentedly on his shoulder.
“I’m sure you will,” he says to Xander.
“I’m outta here. Glad to see you worked it out.”
I wave goodbye to him and River says, “Xander, thanks for last night.”
Xander rubs his hand against the back of his head. “Whatever, no problem, but maybe next time we could stick to vodka.”
River and I both get a laugh out of that. Xander really does look like a mess. Funny I thought he could hold his liquor.
“Yeah man, but I’m not planning on there being a next time,” River says and I tighten my hold on him and kiss his shoulder.
Xander smirks as he leaves. Closing the door behind him he yells back, “By the way—nice shiner.”
Leaning around to kiss River, my fingers dance up his bare back. “You should go to those meetings, you know. It’s not good for the lead singer of the band to look disinterested.”
Turning his head to meet my kiss, he rolls over. Hovering over me, his lips almost touching mine, he answers me. “I’m not interested so I guess the way it looks is the way it is.”
I shove him a little.
“What? It’s the truth.”
“Well since the tour is really happening I think . . .”
He doesn’t let me finish before he rolls us over so that I’m once again lying on top of him. “There. Let’s start the morning over.”
I laugh and let him do what he’s so very good at—changing the subject.
One hand moves the hair off my face as he asks, “What do you want to do today, beautiful girl?”
“I think we should probably work. Don’t you?”
He shakes his head. “I just want a few hours alone with you.”
Circling my fingers around his now very black eye, I grin slyly and say, “That can be arranged.”
“So any ideas?”
“I don’t know. Nothing, everything.”
“Well that narrows it down,” he says as he continues to stroke my hair.
“Does it hurt?” I’m staring at his eye.
He raises his arm over his head and shakes it before saying, “Nope, just a little sore, I’ll be able to lift the Starbucks coffee you’re going to get with no problem.”
I burst into a fit of giggles before I can respond. “First of all I meant your eye, but I’m glad your hand is better, and, second of all, I did not lose, you did! You couldn’t have stayed underwater if I would have held you there.”
“Yeah, I might have been a little buoyant.”
I can only laugh. He was more than a little buoyant, but talking about why he drank so much is not what I want to do right now. “How about we stop for coffee on the way to do something I have always wanted to do?”
He slides his body along the length of mine, then slips his arms under my back and presses his lips to my ear. “Hmmm . . . that sounds fun.”
I sigh deeply. With his body so close and his warm breath on me it’s hard to concentrate. I think a day away from all the chaos will help us both find the courage to have the conversation neither one of us wants to initiate. With determination I place my hands on his chest and push him off me slightly.
“What?” he asks, glancing down at me.
“Not sex!”
He pauses then kisses me. “I know,” he laughs, “but I can’t help it if my mind wanders when you throw words around like ‘something I’ve never done.’”
Careful not to grab his sore hand, I scoot out from under him and pull him by his other hand. “Come on, Loverboy, we’re headed to Keanu Reeves territory.”
He looks at me questioningly and shakes his head no.
“Point Break. Keanu Reeves. Johnny Utah. Latigo Beach,” I say so he knows where I’m talking about.
All signs of playfulness and laughter disappear. “I know the movie, Dahlia. But I’m not going to the beach with you.”
I gently clutch both of his hands and mold my naked body to his. Staring right into his emerald green eyes, I beg, “Please. Let’s go to Malibu. I’ve never been and I think it will be a good place for us to spend the day together.”