“We’ll talk about it later. It’s rude to leave Wayne sitting out there.”
He nods in understanding, and even though I don’t think he deserves it, I go up on my tiptoes and kiss his lips softly.
And then I step back. This time he lets me, but not before seeking my hand.
“Sorry,” I say to Wayne as Nathan and I return to the kitchen.
“No need to apologise,” he says with a knowing smirk.
I sit on my stool, and Nathan moves beside me, his palm on my lower back.
“Do you two not want to live together?” Wayne asks as he takes a measured sip of his coffee, his eyes moving between Nathan and me.
“It’s still new,” Nathan replies. “I don’t want to scare her off too soon.” And that's when I hear it, an underlying uncertainty, a vulnerability he rarely shows. I tilt my head back to look up at him.
“You won’t,” I say, meaning it. Even after that little show of testosterone, I understand he needs reassurance.
ChapterForty-One
VIOLET
With my rehearsals and Nathan’s schedule, I feel as though we’ve barely spent any time together, and it is fast approaching my live performances.
Tonight, it's just the two of us. Wayne moved in two weeks ago and it’s been a smooth transition having him here but tonight he’s with his boyfriend, so we have the place to ourselves.
“God, I’ve missed you,” he says, wrapping his palm around the back of my neck and tugging me closer.
My lower stomach clenches with excitement as his dark eyes hold me captive.
“Prove it,” I reply, my voice coming out breathless.
His smile is one full of promise, his eyes glowing with lust. He peppers wet kisses just below my ear, causing my heartbeat to race as I let out a shiver.
And then there’s a ringing. I want to ignore it, and it seems he does as well when he lets out an angry groan.
He moves to pull away from me, but my fingers wrap around his wrist.
“Nathan,” I whisper.
He kisses my forehead. “I just need to see who it is.”
Reluctantly I let go of him, untangling myself as he digs around in his jean pocket and retrieves his phone.
The expression on his face is already a dead giveaway as to who it is.
“Naomi,” I say, unable to keep the bitter note from my voice.
She’s fucking relentless. Am I sorry she is in a toxic and abusive relationship? Of course I am. It's not Nathan's job to fix her, and as much as I hate to say this, she needs to take the first step to help herself.
It’s not like Nathan and I haven’t discussed it multiple times already.
“Sorry, Tink.” He tosses the phone onto the sofa cushion. “Okay, where were we?”
I smile, pointing my index finger just below my ear, and tilt my head to the side to allow him access.
“Of course,” he says with a sexy smirk, one that would put the devil to shame.
Nathan grabs my arse, lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist, his erection pressing into my core.
