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I slipped out of the shower ahead of him and wrapped a towel around myself, before finding one for him.
He gave me a funny look when he pushed the curtain aside and stepped out.
"What is it?" I asked when I handed him the towel.
"I don't know." He started to slowly dry every muscled inch of himself. "I feel like we've done this before. I know we haven't it just seems… Familiar. Comfortable."
"Like an old shoe?" I suggested.
He glanced up from drying his abs and laughed. "No. It feels like we've known each other for a long time."
"It has been a couple of years," I reminded him.
He frowned slightly. "I know but—"
"I know what you mean," I said finally. It almost felt like we were a couple, which was ridiculous of course. It was enough of a stretch for a guy like him to spend the night with a girl like me, but to have a relationship? The thought was almost enough to make me laugh out loud. Guys like him dated movie stars, models and other rock stars, not publicists. Not regular girls like me. I could hardly believe he was standing naked in my bathroom as it was.
"I should get dressed," I said.
"You could always not get dressed." He grinned at me suggestively and reached out to finger the bottom of my towel. His own towel hung loosely in his other hand, leaving him gloriously naked. It was totally unfair for a guy to look that hot. Not to mention hard.
I swallowed.
The look on his face was almost enough to have me panting then and there. Would one more time really be so bad? If I was going to get into trouble for this, then once more wouldn't make a difference. Right?
"I'll make sure you're not late, if that's what you're worried about," he said. "And if you are, I'll just tell them we had a breakfast meeting. I had to clarify some points about Mel and Jude, or something like that."
"That might be accurate," I admitted. "I'm sure I don't know everything I need to know."
"There you go then," he said lightly. With one smooth movement, he tugged off my towel and let it fall to the floor. His eyes slid up and down me as though he was thinking of the best way to gobble me up. "Much better." He tossed his own towel on top of mine.
He actually managed to make me feel like maybe I was a little bit gorgeous. Maybe even sexy. Any other guy, I might have fought to keep the towel, or put my hands over myself. But I liked him looking at me. And I liked looking at him. He was a very impressive view.
"You think so, huh?" I asked.
"I absolutely do," he agreed. "I don't think you know how gorgeous you are." He took a step towards me. He seemed sincere in his words, like not only did he believe it, he wanted me to believe it too.
"You're the gorgeous one," I said. He probably heard that all the time, because it was true. I knew that in some ways he lived his life in the background, compared to the other guys in the band. Strike was the outgoing lead singer. Cord was the blunt, sometimes abrasive lead guitarist. Jude was the outgoing, funny keyboard player. Nate was about six foot four and almost as wide, so the saxophonist never went unnoticed.
Axel and Jett were the quieter guys, who played instruments people didn't tend to swoon or obsess over. Whenever they did group interviews, those two tended to sit back and watch. But they still got their share of attention, from women and the press.
"We could stand here all day, naked, and argue over who was the gorgeous one," he said slowly, "or we could just enjoy the time we have." He closed the distance between us. Given the tiny bathroom, that wasn't difficult, but we stood chest to chest, me looking up at him.
"I vote for enjoying it," I said softly. "If you really think I'm gorgeous, you might like this angle better." My eyes on his, I slowly sank to my knees.
"Yeah, that's one of my favorite angles," he groaned.
7
Axel
"On behalf of the band, I want to say thank you for your support," Strike said into the microphone. "Without it, this reunion wouldn't have been possible." He grinned.
"You're an idiot," Cord told him. He adjusted his guitar strap.
Strike stuck his tongue out at him. "Did your sense of humor get flushed down the toilet when you were a kid, or did you never have one?
"I have a sense of humor," Cord said. "I just don't find talking to an empty room funny." He waved a hand around Jett's practice room.
