Page 156 of Fame & Chaos

Closing my eyes for a second, I let my head fall back against the couch.

Apparently, that second turns into several minutes because the next thing I know, I’m waking to the sound of the front door opening.

Blinking sleep from my eyes, I glance up just in time to see Indi walking inside.

And fuck, she’s beautiful.

Even exhausted after a twelve-hour shift and wrapped in layers against the cold, she still steals every coherent thought straight from my head.

“Hey, rock star,” she says softly while shivering slightly.

“Hey, gorgeous.”

She locks the door behind her before padding over and dropping down beside me on the couch.

“How was work?” I ask.

“Much better night tonight,” she says tiredly. “No major disasters.”

“That’s good.”

She leans in to kiss me. Her lips are cold, but I only kiss her harder, trying to warm her up with my mouth. She giggles softly against my lips before wrapping her arms around my neck. When she finally pulls back, her eyes dance playfully.

“So the after-party was really that boring, huh?” She swings her legs over mine and curls into my chest while I wrap my arms around her automatically.

“There was nobody interesting there,” I say honestly while smirking down at her. “Nothing nice to look at either.”

She snorts softly. “Oh, really? So there were no women there at all then?”

“There were tons of women there.” I brush my nose lightly against hers. “Just none as pretty as you. So I came home early instead so I could stare at you all night.”

She immediately bursts out laughing. “That’s a little creepy, you know.”

I raise an offended eyebrow. “What? It’s not romantic?”

“No. Definitely more serial killer than romantic.”

“So I should only stare at you while you’re awake then?”

“You shouldn’t stare at me at all, you creep.” Laughing, she untangles herself from me and stands before holding her hand out toward me.

“And where exactly are we going?”

“To the shower,” she says matter-of-factly. “You might look like a rock star right now, but you smell like you haven’t bathed in approximately twelve years.”

I grin lazily. “And here I thought sweat and leather were attractive.”

“Nope. You smell feral.” She wrinkles her nose dramatically. “I’m going to wash you and turn you back into a nice-smelling non-creep.”

I smirk while taking her hand. “I think this is the part where my balls detach and roll under the furniture.”

She pauses halfway toward the hallway and looks back at me in confusion. “What are you even talking about?”

Laughing quietly, I lace my fingers through hers more tightly. “Nothing. Lead the way, fair maiden. Please cleanse me of my creepery.”

Rolling her eyes dramatically, she drags me toward the bathroom while I follow behind her, grinning like a complete idiot.

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