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“I don’t know.” I whisper. “I’m underserving.”
“Oh, that’s not true. You are more than deserving. You are worthy of much more than a shitty album from me.”
“You couldn’t make a shitty album if you wanted.”
“No? Is the great Abbey Dark a fan of my music?”
“Yes. Have I not made that clear? I wouldn’t do a feature with you if I wasn’t obsessed with your voice.”
“Obsessed with my voice, oh wow.” He pulls me so I’m straddling him. “That’s the best compliment you could ever give me.”
“And your eyes. “I whisper looking into his big, caramel brown eyes. “And your lips.” I move my lips closer to his. “And your cock.”
“God.” He breathes out the word. “How are we ever going to get any work done when all I want to do is fuck you senseless.” He grips my hip.
I move my lip closer to his when the door opens. I quickly slide off his lap and into the space next to him.
“Good.” Sue interrupts, walking in. “You ate.”
“All of it.” Wes praises, his voice proud. “Can we renegotiate her coming on my bus?”
“I’m still thinking it over after today’s events.” Her voice is firm, and I just want to cry.
She is being fair, but at the same time it feels so unfair.
“Fair.” Wes admits.
The situation had been something that Sue would feel the need to protect me over.
“We should be heading to the venue. I’ll call a car.”
“Okay.”
Wes turns off the music and shuts down his computer. We never did get around to writing any songs together, and nobody even touched Ben’s guitar.
“Meet me downstairs in fifteen.” Sue demands.
“Will do.” Wes agrees.
“Well, I guess we will have to work on music another time.”
“Yes. If she doesn’t let you on my bus, what are the odds she will let me stay on your bus for the ride?”
“I don’t know anymore.” I shrug. “Probably high if she is even thinking about letting me on your bus still.”
“Good.” He moves, grabbing my hand. “I don’t know if I can stand being apart from you for long.”
“Same.”
Wes packs up his backpack and the guitar case. I slide on my shoes, knowing my stage clothes are still on the bus so I will grab them then. We head down stair to wait for the car.
In the car I help Wes write the setlist. We replace his songCharityforFeeling Scars. And he switches outDarknessforSummer.
“Who did you writeSummerabout?” I ask.
It was a love song, and I was curious if it was about Haley or not.
“Someone undeserving.”
