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I never knew I could have an insatiable hunger for a kiss. But there it was.
It shocked me.
Almost as much as Brodie’s confession this morning.
He hadn’t had sex in almost a year. A year… That’s, like, ten years for a rockstar.
And there was the fact that he was letting me set the pace.
In all the years I’d known him, Brodie was always determined when it came to what and who he wanted. Never shy with an opinion or a move.
And usually, he made the first move.
His understanding of my needs touched something deep inside of me. It was wholly unexpected but in the best possible way. This sensitive side of Brodie was as attractive as all the other facets of his personality. And I was longing to learn more.
But I was still wrapping my head around the fact that he not only wanted me, but only me.
I was going to have a hell of a hard time setting him up on that “date,” even though I knew it would all be for show.
My fear was that his date would be a much better bet than me. Someone who didn’t have my inexperience, someone who didn’t have the added complication of working for him.
Brodie’s life would be a lot easier if he’d find someone like that to hook up with. If he just ignored this chemistry between us and we went back to our usual roles—manager, singer, colleagues, friends.
Easier for me, too.
Then again, I knew his stubborn mindset. And I knew mine.
He may be letting me drive this relationship for now, but he wasn’t going anywhere. He was gonna stick with me until we reached our destination.
All I could feel was my want for this man. And his for me. It was as real as the hand I was holding.
Did I know what the fuck I was doing? No. But I wanted to keep going.
The singer ended the song by hitting the longest, lowest note, and I felt a surge of emotion that brought tears to my eyes.
Reluctantly, I let go of Brodie’s hand so we could clap along with the rest of the audience. The singer took a bow and turned to her bandmates, who nodded at the patrons.
Dawson and Lennie waved the server down and we ordered another round of beer. They got into a conversation, and Brodie turned to me.
“I miss places like this. Just blending in, feeling normal,” he admitted.
“You said goodbye to normal years ago.”
“I know. And I’m grateful.” He nodded. “I know I’m lucky. A lot of artists struggle their entire careers. I don’t regret anything. It’s just that lately, I need more than recording, touring, and partying. I need a life outside of that. And someone to share it with. A family of my own.”
My mouth dropped open.
Brodie wanted a family? That was one surprise I was not prepared for.
“Where has deep, introspective Brodie been all these years?” I teased.
“I’m only this way with you. Everyone else gets the sarcastic version.”
I mulled over his comment but hesitated to ask what I was dying to ask.
“You look like you want to say something, Van. Go ahead. You can ask me anything.”
I leaned in closer and brushed my lips against his ear. “You said you want a family of your own. Do you mean kids and everything?”
