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My instincts took over, and I turned on him, shoving him into the door. “You’re my fucking problem.”
The smile came back. Filthy. Evil. Savage. “I’m not going to stop.” He tilted his face up, breathing the words over my lips. “I bet you wish you could feel it.”
“What?” I said, voice shaking on the edge of erupting.
“How good your rage tastes.” He curled his tongue to ghost over my lips.
I closed my eyes for a single moment, memorizing the tease of the stroke. Feather light. I licked my lips. I could take him right here, be inside him in a minute or less.
“Do it.” I wasn’t sure if he’d actually said the words or if I’d imagined it.
I shoved myself back, turning to the mirror to hit it over and over and over. When I stopped, he was gone, and Levi stood in his place.
“I don’t want to fucking hear it,” I said as I reached in to turn on the shower, dripping blood all over the floor.
“You fucking dumbass.” Levi crossed his arms, like he wasn’t going to leave so I could shower.
I shrugged and pulled off my sweat-drenched shirt, tossing it in his direction. He didn’t move, and it hit him in the face. He stared at me as it fell off. I shrugged and shoved out of my jeans, getting blood all over them. Boxers off next, keeping my ass towards him before stepping into the shower, not checking if it was warm. I shoved my hands under the cool spray to gauge the damage to my knuckles.
I’d cut them to ribbons.
But the worst part? I didn’t care. Before, I would have hated myself for being unable to play, but now all I could think about were his lips almost touching mine.
The curl of his tongue.
“I’m getting the medic.”
I stuck my hand out of the shower with my thumb up.
“Christ on a damn cracker and a doctor.”
“I’m fine,” I called after him, knowing it was a lie.
“No, you’re fucking not.”
After I got out of the shower, I didn’t bother getting dressed since I’d just ruin whatever I tried to put on. So I tied a towel around my waist and strolled out of the bathroom to find the whole band and Levi staring, arms folded.
I rolled my eyes. “Where is the medic?”
“I think we need to have an intervention,” Kingsley said, clearly acting as the chosen speaker for this event.
“How about all of you take a long walk off a short pier?” I tossed my clothes in the hamper and moved to walk around them, but he shifted with me. “I’m not in the mood.”
“I don’t give a damn what you’re in the mood for. I want you to tell us what your fucking problem is,” Kingsley replied.
“When each one of you gets your act together and can prove to me you’ve avoided doing anything questionable in, let’s say, six months, then you can speak to me.” I looked at each of them except Aspen. “Either get me the medic, or I’m going to the hospital.”
Levi sighed. “I told you it wouldn’t work.”
I needed a couple of stitches, and the guy gave me the good drugs, so I laid on the tour bus high off my ass, not a single care in the world.
“What are you doing?” Taylor pulled open the curtain and sat on the edge of my bunk.
I carefully pulled out one of my earbuds. “Listening to an audiobook.”
“How are your hands?” Taylor pushed further in, climbing over my legs like a damn cat to lay between me and the wall on his stomach.
“They’ll heal.” I closed my eyes, not wanting to do this even if he had the best of intentions.
