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“Mmm,” I moan, my hands flat on his firm chest.
His hands find my legs and he tugs them up around his waist to wrap around his hips.
His mouth moves over mine like we’re writing lyrics to our own song. One only we can sing.
His tongue brushes mine and I gasp, grasping his shirt in my hands and tugging him impossibly closer.
The wall is rough against my back but I don’t mind.
I’ve never been kissed like this before and I don’t plan on asking him to stop any time soon. I feel as if he’s devouring little bits of my soul, taking them and making them his before placing them back inside.
My hands glide up his chest to tug on the strands of his hair at the base of his neck. I don’t normally dig the shaggy unkempt look but on Hollis it works. He makes rumpled and bedraggled look runway worthy.
It’s entirely unfair someone can look so hot without even trying. I wake up and look like a demon.
He bites my bottom lip and I gasp, all thoughts disappearing. It’s like he knew where my thoughts had strayed and decided he needed my focus returned solely to him.
I don’t know how long we’re in the alley kissing, but finally he releases me. We’re both breathless. My lips feel swollen and bruised. I don’t mind one bit.
“Do you have to go home yet?” he asks, his voice low and husky. His eyes fall to my lips and he rubs his thumb against them. They’re tender, but I don’t mind his touch.
I shake my head.
He cracks a small smile. “Come to the hotel with me.”
“But the guys…” I hesitate.
“They already know about you. The nosy bastards figured it out without me saying a word.” I can tell he’s irritated by this fact, but they’re also his best friends so he can laugh about it.
“I don’t know…”
“We can watch a movie or something. Nothing more,” he explains, seeing where my mind is going. “We can order a pizza too—or whatever you want from room service.”
I think a moment longer before nodding. I’m not ready to go home yet. Spending more time with Hollis sounds nice. As much as I love kissing him, I enjoy hanging out with him even more, which shocks me. I never expected to like him. From the moment he walked out of my bathroom in nothing but a towel I’d made up my mind to hate him.
But the Hollis I know is impossible to hate.
We walk back to the hotel, too worried to hold hands, but close enough our fingers graze often. Some people, mostly college girls, eye him up and down. He’s hot, so it’s expected, but word has also gotten around about the new band in town recording their album. While most people in this town are over it and don’t care, The Wild is like a new shiny toy to be played with and admired.
I don’t know how famous people do it—enjoy being gawked at like a specimen under a microscope. Heck, even I’ve been gawked at and had paparazzi follow me even though I’m literally the most boring person on the planet. I don’t understand the obsession people have with celebrities, wanting to know every single detail about their lives, where they go, who their friends are, what they eat—give them a break and room to breathe. I saw a pap follow my dad into a public restroom once—he stormed out a second later and gave management a mouthful.
Hollis and I reach the hotel and ride up in the elevator together careful to stand apart and not say a word.
When he opens the door to their suite my mouth falls open.
“Whoa, this place is cool.”
Fox’s head whips over in our direction from the couch when he hears my voice.
“Yo, Mia, what are you doing here?”
“Hollis invited me for pizza and a movie.”
“Sweet—as long as it’s not a chick flick.”
I fake a yawn. “Pass.”
“Can I keep you?” Fox jokes, making a kissy face at me.
