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“No, but I’m not at all surprised. So, what, you pick out love stories for him?”
“He likes friends to lovers with some kinky shit.”
She made a face. “This is more than I wanted to know about him. Listen. I have to spill this tea and you can’t tell anyone.”
“Ooh, I love tea. Spill.”
“I’ve kinda been hooking up with Beth.”
“I knew it!” And it was about time, too.
“How? Does everyone know?”
“I knew it was inevitable. The sexual tension between you two was off the damn charts last time I saw you. I haven’t heard anyone else say anything, though. And Serge has a big mouth with that stuff, so if he knew, everyone would.”
“True.”
“So, is it just a tour fling, or what?”
She winked. “Not sure. I’ll keep you posted.”
I looked down to see a text from Sergio.
Serge: On second thought, the bedtime story should be your story. Via voicemail so I can hear your sexy voice ;)
Me: I’ll send you books.
Serge: Do both. Pretty please.
It was my turn to roll my eyes at him even though he couldn’t see.
Serge: We haven’t even gotten to the spicy bits. You left me hanging. I deserve the spicy times.
* * *
It took two days, but I tracked down the missing shirt and got it shipped to meet the band. I ignored the request to document my relationship with Eli. There was only one week left on this run, and something told me he’d be asking for more stories on the next trip.
Nine
“It’s that time, bestie. Get in this bed and tell me a story.” Sergio leaned into my bunk. We were on the road again, and I had hoped he forgotten about this nonsense.
I groaned, “You’re exhausting. I don’t have any stories to tell. Read your book.”
“It is your job to tell me bedtime stories when you’re on the road with us. Didn’t you get the memo? There’s no sleeping on tour.”
“It’s my job to keep you organized while you’re on tour and keep tabs on a specific black t-shirt, not tell you bedtime stories.” I narrowed my eyes at him.
“How much do you want to light that shirt on fire right now?”
“Very much. It’s just a plain black tee. What the actual fuck?”
Sergio let out a deep laugh. “I will personally babysit the shirt through the rest of this trip if you get up here and tell me about you and Eli.”
I waved him off. “I already told you that story.”
“No. When last we spoke, you had run away terrified because the guy kissed you. That does nothing to explain your current status.”
I sighed. It was clear that Sergio was going to win this battle. Wanting some kind of victory, I compromised. “You come to me this time.”
