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“Never again,” I said sternly.
Dylan gave one quick nod of agreement before he slipped out the door. I lingered inside for a moment before I followed him out. I didn’t look at him as I made my way back to my seat, but I knew his eyes were on me.
“Are you okay?” Ella asked as I returned to my seat.
“What? Yes. Why?”
“You were just gone for a long time. I was starting to get worried.”
“You were worried?”
“Yeah, well, haven’t you ever heard those stories about people getting sucked out of airplane bathrooms through the toilet?”
“You know that’s impossible right?”
Ella shrugged as if she wasn’t entirely convinced.
“I’m just saying. I was getting ready to come check on you,” she said.
Even though I was already in the clear, my heart started pounding in my chest. I couldn’t imagine what would have happened if Ella had discovered Dylan and I fucking in the bathroom.
“I appreciate the concern,” I said, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Ella popped her earbuds back in and closed her eyes as she settled against the seat. For the next two hours, I tried to get some rest. I tried reading a book. I tried watching a movie. But every time my mind started to wander, it went directly to Dylan.
6
DYLAN
“Dylan? Dylan? Hello?” Matteo called as he waved a hand in front of my face.
I focused my eyes on him and saw that the entire band was staring at me. I blinked the daydream away and tried to remember what I was supposed to be doing.
“Dude, what is wrong with you lately?” Sean asked as the room began to come back into focus.
“What do you mean? I’m fine.”
“Ever since we got back from Miami, you’ve been, like, weird,” Matteo said.
I scoffed at him and tried to let his remark roll off my shoulder, but he was absolutely right. Ever since I had gotten back to New York, I had been a shell of myself. All I could think about was Grace. Grace’s eyes. Grace’s hair. Grace’s legs. Grace’s… well, everything.
It was not like me to get so hung up on a woman, especially one who clearly had no interest in me. But perhaps that was part of her appeal.
The fact that Grace claimed she hated me and that she wanted nothing to do with me only made her that much more appealing. But I needed to figure out a way to get her out of my head. I was never going to see her again. At least, not until Ella’s wedding.
“Let’s just pick up where we left off,” I said, grabbing my guitar off the stand.
“We haven’t even started, man. Do you need to go home or something?” Sean asked.
“No, I swear, I’m good. I’m here now, let’s do this.”
Matteo, Sean, and the other band members gave each other some lingering glances, but no one dared to say a word.
Late that night,I was laying in bed, thinking about Grace. I started to drift off to sleep, but right as I entered that space between reality and dreams, there was a knock at my door. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was nearly 2 AM. Who the hell was knocking on my door at 2 AM?
I rolled out of bed and made my way down the long hall to the front door. When I opened it, my jaw nearly fell to the floor.
“Grace,” I breathed, unable to believe what I was seeing right in front of me.
