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“How did you come to play with Cold Neptune?”
“Long story short, the original bass player they had working with them thought they weren’t going anywhere, so he quit and booked a gig with some indie rock band in Delaware. They held auditions for a new bass player. I turned up. The rest, as they say, is history.”
“Sucks to be that guy.”
“I know, right? We went to number one three months later and never looked back. Maybe you could come watch us play live sometime? When I get out of here. I could get you tickets to a show. We often play at smaller venues right before we go on tour. Bring a friend, a few friends if you want. It would mean a lot to me.”
“I’d love to. That would be great.”
I’m not positive I should have just said that, but it’s the truth. I’d love nothing more than to see Kael play live on stage, and I’m pretty sure Andrea will be thrilled to come with me.
She’ll be over the moon, more like it. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Sienna
Day 38
“You know what, Jonesy, we’ve been talking aboutmenonstop for weeks now. Let’s talk more aboutyou.”
Leaning forward slightly, Kael smiles at me, a cheeky glint in his eye, his dimple sinking into his left cheek, and just like that, nerves and excitement pick up in my belly.
I’m already treading on very thin ice, and if I’m not careful that ice might crack, sinking me deeper and deeper into the depths of Lake Don’t-Go-There.
Kael’s been opening up a lot more recently, though, and I’m really proud of him for that. There are moments when he looks at me like he wants to give his entire self to me, and it’s in those moments that I lose sight of reality. I don’t know who I am anymore or where I fit into any of this when I’m around him.
Weeks have passed, and I’m still shocked by how much I’m attracted to him. I thought without interacting with him in an intimate setting, my feelings for him would dwindle off, but they haven’t. The more time we spend together, the stronger my feelings have grown, and when he smiles at me, I’m the addict, not him.
Kael homes in on my hesitation. “Tell me all the boring things about you. Tell me all the things that would put most people to sleep.”
“Like what?”
“What’s your favorite animal, your favorite season? Your favorite meal?”
Good. Not too personal. I can handle that.
“I love horses, and fall is my favorite season. I love the changing colors of the trees, the cooler weather, and of course, pumpkin lattes. My favorite meal is meatballs and spaghetti.”
“I’m hearing you.” He nods thoughtfully, licking his lips. “But I’m pretty sure it’s spaghetti and meatballs, not the other way around. What’s your pet peeve?”
“Racism, and people who can’t parallel park. Wait, I’m sorry, but what difference does it make how you say it? It’s still the same thing. Meatballs and spaghetti totally works.”
“No, it doesn’t. It’s got to do with the order you serve it up on the plate. Spaghetti first, then the meatballs go on top. Spaghetti and meatballs. It’s not that hard, Jonesy. You need to get out more, babe.”
I think about it for a few seconds. That actually makes a lot of sense. Did Kael Jenkins just school me on the finer things in life, like spaghetti and meatballs?
And did he seriously just call mebabe?
“Are you ready for the hard hitting stuff now?” he asks, and I hug my knees, fingers linked together. I don’t know when we started playing Twenty Questions, but I’m actually quite enjoying myself.
“Sure. Go for it.”
“Pancakes or waffles?”
I grin. “Pancakes.”
“Raspberries or blueberries?”
“Blueberries.”
