AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I changed my mind,” she said, breathlessly. “We will not be leaving this room tonight. Date’s off.”
I chuckled, happy to oblige.
Seventy-Four
Cee
Things did not move slowly with Sergio and I.
Technically, we lived in separate houses until after Christmas, but once January rolled in, I moved into his house.
Wyatt was thrilled. Sergio got him his own drum set for Christmas and had been teaching him some basics. Two drummers in one house was nothing less than chaos that required noise-canceling headphones, but we made a happy little family.
Wyatt was back to spending most of his time with me. The weeks that Mason would be in town, he stayed with him, but it was rare for Wyatt to go to D.C. anymore.
The band had finished production on their album, and I was busy working with Elle and Mason to coordinate tour schedules and making sure I accounted for Wyatt. After much pleading from both Wyatt and Sergio, I agreed to let Wyatt go on the tour for three days that spring.
Sergio came up behind me as I made lunch for the masses in Connor’s kitchen, sliding his hands around my waist and nuzzling the crook of my neck.
“I have something I want you to see,” he said before sucking at the sensitive skin.
“I’ve seen your cock, Sergio,” I teased.
“As glorious as that is, and as much as I’d like to show it to you again,”—he pushed his pelvis against my ass suggestively— “there’s something else.”
He led me down to the studio where the rest of the band, my sister, and Mish were already sitting. I glanced around at them, my eyes widening. “Is this an intervention? What did I do now?”
“No intervention, babe. I need you to decide for us.” My heart skipped a beat. What the hell does that mean?
“Us? Like you and me, or the band?”
“The band. There’s this song they want to put on the album. It’s ready to go, but I wanted you to hear and approve it before it became official.”
“Okay, let’s hear it.” What the fuck? They don’t need my permission for songs. I’m an assistant.
Sergio nodded to Connor, who pushed a bunch of buttons, causing the sound to play overhead. All eyes turned to me, causing me to shift my weight between my feet. Sergio’s arms wrapped around me tighter, which usually relaxed me, but this time made me suspicious.
It was a ballad. It had a nice rhythm to it. Connor sang about meeting a woman who set his soul on fire, and I assumed this song was about Mish. Why do I need to approve this? But it continued about it not being the right time. How this woman was in love with someone else, so he had to let her go.
In the next verse, the song explained that the woman had a broken heart, and it was still the wrong time to be in love with her, but he couldn’t help it and he would do anything to help put the pieces back together again.
Holy shit, is this song about me?
My traitorous eyes teared up as the song continued. He could never have her because he couldn’t be the one she needed, but he was going to love her forever from a distance.
The song ended, and Sergio turned me in his arms to look at me.
“Was that…?” The words caught in my throat, and I couldn’t finish the question.
Sergio nodded and held my cheek in his hand. “It’s up to you if it stays or goes.”
I turned to Connor, my brows pinched in confusion. “You wrote a song about me?”
“No, that was all Sergio.”
I looked back at him. “You wrote a song about me?”
“It was a long six months without you.” He shrugged. “It was how I coped. I didn’t mean for anyone to hear it, but they did. It became what you just heard. Do you hate it? Are you mad?” His eyes searched mine for answers.
