Our extra-chaotic group chat is blowing up, but the initial message from Eric catches my eye.
Eric Anderson
Bruh. You need to see this before Jake has a coronary.
I move to the edge of the couch. Attached is a link toEntertainment Daily. Immediately, I can see why Jake will lose his shit as soon as I see the picture that goes with the article. To be honest, I almost lose my own.
The photo—a damn good one, thanks to someone’s long range lens—is of me standing outside the Jeep last night, Mia in the passenger seat with her legs wrapped around my waist and my hands buried beneath her skirt, both of us looking like we’re about five seconds away from being banned from public spaces.
Fucking fantastic.
I run a hand through my hair, already hearing Jake shrieking about “brand image” and how I’m a “band front man, not an amateur pornstar.”
“What’s going on?” Mia asks from behind me.
“Hold on, baby,” I mutter as I scroll down to read the article before deciding how I want to spin this.
Mia Alexander (@miaalexandermedia) and Her Boys—Catastrophically Charismatic’s Grayson Harris (@catastrophically_gray) and Eric Anderson (@charismatically_eric) Go Acoustic in Folly Beach.
We’ve got it on lock that not only did front man, Grayson Harris, of Catastrophically Charismatic and his girlfriend/photographer, Mia Alexander, light it up on stage at a small club on Folly Beach last night, but they also shared an electric moment (pictured above) behind the club.
Fans were already buzzing about this power couple, but now they are downright obsessed, especially as Harris teased the band’s most intimate, emotionally-charged album yet on stage with Alexander during the show.
Alexander was radiant beside her man and the band’s lead guitarist, Eric Anderson, as she continues to be praised for her stellar vocals and onstage chemistry with Harris. Their intense connection both on and off stage keeps them securely at the top of ourCouples to Watchlist. Stay tuned for updates!
It isn’t terrible. The picture is easily the worst part. They’ve been more vicious before. But we aren’t going to hear the end of it.
“Okay, give it up,” Mia says, sitting up and wrapping her arms around me from behind, resting her chin on my shoulder. “What is it?”
I hold up my phone. “So… we made the news again.”
Her brows furrow adorably as she takes the phone and scans the headlines, her cheeks flushing bright red when she sees the accompanying photo.
"Itoldyou we weren’t alone," she laughs, half-mortified, half-delighted.
"What can I say?" I grin, flipping around and pinning her down on the couch. "I needed you."
"And now?" she teases breathlessly, her hands already in my hair.
"Still need you, baby," I growl against her lips. “Maybe even more now.”
Chapter thirty-three
"The Sound of Letting Go" - All Time Low
Mia
Jake is already burning holes in the floor of the main lounge of the bus with his pacing when Grayson and I emerge to join the rest of the group. Clipboard in one hand, triple-shot iced espresso in the other, he looks like a man on the verge of throwing himself into traffic.
“I swear to God,” he hisses as soon as he sees us. “Ifone morearticle drops with the wordselectric momentnext to a photo ofsomeone’s hand in someone else’s underwear, I’m quitting this fucking tour and moving to Bali to make artisanal soaps.”
“Morning, sunshine,” Grayson yawns, a lazy grin on his lips as he slides past Jake to get to the coffee machine.
Jake wheels around, eyes bloodshot and wild.
“Do youknowwhat the publicists sent me this morning? Do you know how many calls I’ve had to field from people asking whether or not you and Mia are launching anOnlyFans?!”
Tony chokes on his coffee.
