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Lauren started to pass, stopping short as she realized Denver’s chosen periodical was on the pride of gun ownership.
Okay, so she took her mother hen duties seriously then.
“I’ll be right back,” she told West, hurrying past a couple of side-by-side couches and a small circular dining table and the assorted crap that was part and parcel of a bunch of people living in a reasonably cramped space. She found the bathroom without trouble—also cramped, causing her to wonder how a guy the size of Mal even managed to pee in there, never mind accomplish nefarious sex acts—and hustled out of her shoes and clothes.
Clothes. Aww, fuck. She needed something to put on other than her concert wear.
Just as she was about to call out, a quick knock sounded at the door and West stuck his hand in. “T-shirt and boxers. Both will be big on you, but they’re clean.”
“Thank you,” she said gratefully, snatching them. He shut the door as soon as she took them.
Such a nice guy. Was that standard rockstar MO? It didn’t seem to be from what she’d seen and read.
Must’ve gotten lucky.
She stacked West’s clean clothes beside her dirty ones on the back of the commode and dug out a towel from the cabinet under the sink, as well as a pair of disposable slippers as West had mentioned. She threw them on the hamper beside the shower and stepped into the stall, pulling the opaque glass door shut and turning the water to blistering hot. In spite of her sweet pink jacket, she’d gotten a chill in her bones.
The bar of soap in the shower was white. Ivory. West’s scent. Mmm.
She used it and tried not to think about how many other bodies it had touched. She wasn’t a germaphobe, but a tour bus rang a few of her bells as far as hygiene. Denver had all but indicated the bus saw a revolving parade of women. Probably men too, since Warning Sign was half female.
Best not to think about random hookups. If she did, she’d start imagining West’s, and that was no bueno.
There were a couple bottles of shampoo to choose from but she went with the purple one. Had to be girly for sure. Freesia. She squirted some in her hand and lathered up, taking extra time to work it through to the ends.
This wasn’t primping. Exactly.
All right, it so was. She didn’t know what would happen with West tonight. Hell, she wasn’t even sure how much she wanted to occur. But her curiosity was rampant, and opportunities to make out with a guy like him didn’t come too often. No way was she missing out entirely.
If he could give her an orgasm, well, she was on board. She’d waited long enough.
When the hot water ran out, she dried off and pulled on West’s clothes. She also spent a good ninety seconds smelling his T-shirt like a bloodhound searching for clues. The scent of coffee and good clean soap clung to the material, and her skin buzzed with every sniff. She was almost certain the way to her heart was through her nose.
And this boy smelled fine.
Surprisingly comforted and finally warm thanks to the shower, she tugged on the top and bottom. She secured the baggy shirt in a knot at her waist and decided she’d just have to hold up the boxers. The paper slippers weren’t awesome, but they were way better than her wedges.
She finger-combed her hair and gave it up for a hopeless mess, just like the makeup she hadn’t been able to fully wash off. It didn’t feel right to dig through his female bandmates’ belongings to look for makeup remover, so she’d just have to rock the trashy raccoon on a rockstar’s tour bus look for a while longer.
As soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, West’s lazy voice made her jump. “Feel better?” he asked, pulling himself away from the wall. He grabbed her pile of stuff. “I’ll take those.”
“Yes, so much. Thank you. Um, my shoes are in the bathroom. Can you just set them on fire?”
He chuckled. “You might need them later. Go on and sit down on the couch.”
She padded across the bus to the small living area, her paper slippers crackling as she walked. The TV positioned on the half wall was a good size considering the pair of couches weren’t huge. Priorities, she guessed. Sit on the floor if need be, but gotta have a big screen.
“I’m going to grab a quick shower myself. Be right out.”
“Okay. Hope you don’t mind cold water.”
“I need it. All good.”
She smiled, but as soon as he was gone, she bit her lip. Did he mean that he was hot? Or that he was hard? Both?
Hard would be an excellent thing.
West came out a few moments later and dropped down beside her. He’d taken his hair down from its man-bun and the wet blond ends skimmed the shoulders of his faded shirt, trailing water. His jaw was scruffy and he’d pulled on loose plaid pajama pants that made her imagine all kinds of things about what he was packing underneath.
