Page 57 of Tequila Burn


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“You seem so convinced she has feelings for me.”

“Because she does. Even if her actions aren’t outright obvious to you, I can see them a mile away.”

“We’re just friends. Colleagues.”

“Maybe to you, but trust me, to her it’s much more than that.”

“This really does bother you, doesn’t it?” he asks, rolling to his side so that his face is propped on the pillow inches from mine. He reaches out and brushes hair away from my face, his hand lingering on my cheek for a long moment.

“It does.” I meet his gaze in the dimly lit room.

“I’m making it worse, aren’t I?”

“Kind of. But I know it’s not intentional. It’s just difficult thinking about you spending time with her. And I know you’ve been very upfront with me about if and when you’re with her, but it still bothers me. Maybe that makes me the pathetic jealous girlfriend but I can’t help how I feel.”

“Nothing about this makes you pathetic. I’ve told you before, if roles were reversed I probably wouldn’t handle this situation nearly as well as you have. I’m not intentionally trying to make things worse for you. I guess I just feel obligated to do things when she asks me to. I feel bad for her. Being on the road can get really lonely and from what I can tell she doesn’t have many friends. At least I have my band and Colton–people I’ve known for longer than five minutes. But Anna is pretty much alone. She’s not very close with her band or the crew. She has no one traveling with her and I’ve yet to see one friend or family member come to a show. I just don’t have it in me to be a heartless asshole when I feel like someone needs a friend.”

“And I love that about you. I love how big of a heart you have. How much you care about other people. I just wish she didn’t work so hard to make me feel uncomfortable about your friendship with her.”

“She’s really not all that bad. She can be a bit temperamental at times, but for the most part she’s always got a smile on her face and shows up ready to work. Professionally I have a ton of respect for her. She always puts her fans first. So many in this industry don’t appreciate the people who actually buy and listen to their music. It’s refreshing to see someone who does.”

“Yeah, I noticed that earlier when she was signing autographs and taking pictures behind the venue. I don’t like her and even I thought that was pretty awesome of her.”

“She does that everywhere she goes.”

“So do you.”

“I wouldn’t be able to live with myself otherwise. These people are what allow me to do what I love every single day. What kind of person would that make me if I turned my back on them? Without them I’m no one.”

“I hate to break it to you, Hudson James Demasi, but you’ll always be someone. You’re too special not to be.” I press up, kissing his scruffy jaw. “And I’m sorry if I’m being weird about this whole Annabelle thing. I’m trying really hard not to bethatgirl.”

“You feel what you feel, Lennon, and I can see exactly where you’re coming from. You’ve been incredible throughout this entire tour. I doubt just anyone could handle the stressors of being thrown into this world. But you walked right into it like you owned the place. You fit into this life just like you fit with me.”

“I’m glad you think I have it so together,” I tease, wondering what exactly it is that I’m doing to make him think that. Most days I feel like I’m falling apart at the seams.

“Well, mostly.” He grins, pulling me closer so that my bare chest is pressed against his.

“Mostly?” I question with a smirk.

“I know a few ways to make you fall apart.” His fingers find my hip and squeeze, right as his lips brush against mine.

And just like that, our conversation is over.

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