What the hell was that?
Piper caught up to me, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Feeling better?”
I nodded. “I’m sorry. I guess I just got overheated.”
“You scared me for a second there.” She still looked worried. “Do you want to get out of here?”
Shaking my head, I forced a smile. “We’re having a good time. I feel better now.”
She looked skeptical but didn’t push it further.
“Come on.” I grabbed her hand.
She looked down at our intertwined fingers as if taken by surprise.
“Let’s get back out there.”
Thankfully, she let me lead her out onto the floor. Dreamscape had moved on to another song. Something about love being a game. The lyrics didn’t affect me the way theprevious ones had. And maybe more importantly, Grey didn’t look at me again as they played. I don’t know if he couldn’t find me or if he was actively trying to not look at me.
Either way, I managed to enjoy the rest of the concert for what it was and without any more emergencies. I was beginning to wonder if I’d had a panic attack. But that didn’t make sense. I’d never had them before, and even if I had, I couldn’t rationalize anything to have panicked about.
I was still in the process of forcing the thoughts from my mind when the final song ended and Grey said good night to his audience. Everything was winding down, so Piper and I walked outside.
“This was fun,” she said, leaning against the building.
She’d placed a call for an Uber already, and I, of course, intended to wait for it with her.
“It was,” I agreed. “Minus the nearly passing out from heat exhaustion.”
Piper laughed. “It’s funny now, but I was really worried for a minute there.”
“Next time, I’ll have to bring a water bottle.”
Piper raised an eyebrow. “You’re so sure you’re getting a second date, are you?”
I blinked at her. “I mean, I just assumed—”
She put a finger to my lips to stop me before I could get too deep into the hole I’d found myself digging.
“I would love to go out with you again,” she said, and in one smooth motion, she gave me a peck on the cheek.
Blood rushed to my face, warming the spot where her lips had touched.
She looked past me. “There’s my ride.”
Lost for words, I walked her to the car and opened the door for her to climb in.
“Have a good night,” I said.
“Text me.” Piper closed the door, and the car drove off. I waited until they’d rounded a corner before turning and heading back inside.
I had questions for Grey, if he was still here.Why did he sing that song to me?Because he had. He’d been looking me right in the eyes when he sang the words.What did it mean? Why did he seem to find me in any room I was in with him? Why did my heart flounder in my chest at the thought of seeing him face-to-face again?
He had to have answers, or at the very least excuses for the things he was doing to me. As his song had said, he had to know what he was doing.Right?It wasn’t all in my head. Something was there.
I spotted Grey near the stage the moment I entered the bar. He was surrounded by people, but mostly, they spoke to other members of the band. I made a beeline for him. I was only a few feet away when a girl approached him from the side and threw her arms around him. The next thing I knew, she was locking lips with him in a very sensual kiss.
My feet stopped moving, the soles of my shoes squeaking on the floor. Of course, he would have people throwing themselves at him. I ground my teeth in frustration, willing my body to move away from the situation, or at least look away.
