Unwritten (Woodlands 5) - Page 57

“Shhh,” he whispers until I cool down.

And as the heat fades away, my brain cells kick in. What do we do now? How awkward will this be on the bus? What am I going to tell Davis?

“I can hear you worrying.” Adam murmurs. His chin rests on my head, bumping gently against me as he talks.

“This was…unexpected,” I say.

“Was it?” He sounds amused. “What’s unexpected is that I lasted this long. I’ve wanted you since the first moment I saw you.”

He eases back far enough to bend down and kiss me again. It’s a light peck, but it still sends a spike of electricity down my spine.

“I thought you were mad at me that night,” I confess.

“What night?”

“When we first met. You saw my cuts and bruises and got all…pissed.” I snug my arms close to my body and take advantage of the heat emanating from his. Now that we’re not all wrapped up in each other, now that he’s not warming me from the inside out, the cool Texas air is raising goosebumps.

He rubs his hands briskly down my arms. “Pissed you got hurt, yeah. At you? Never. Why would I be?”

“I dunno. You had this angry expression. And then Davis almost didn’t go on this tour because of me—I figured you were labeling me Yoko Ono in your head. Thinking I was going to break up the band before it even got its feet planted.”

“No, I never thought that. And yeah, I wanted to murder that Marrow guy. But, you—I definitely wanted you that night.”

I can barely remember Marrow and tell Adam that. “He’s a distant memory. I don’t even worry about him anymore.”

“Good.” He kisses me again. This time, his lips linger and his hands on my arms slow until it’s less about keeping me warm and more about enjoying the press of his flesh against mine. “Let’s go, Landry,” he says in a husky voice that promises more if I just follow him.

“Where we going?”

“Home.”

I nod, my body vibrating with anticipation. We walk a few feet, then it hits me. He stops abruptly, too, and judging by his sigh, he’s come to the same realization. Home is a bus full of drunk, rowdy people.

“How about a hotel?”

“What about Davis?” I counter. I hadn’t fully thought this through, but I know that Davis isn’t ready for the news that I’m hitting the sheets with Adam. This thing with Adam might only last for a hot second. I don’t want to ruin Davis’s band over that. The whole point of me coming on this tour was to make sure Davis’s dreams could come true.

“What about him?”

“I’m not telling him about this.”

“Why not?”

“Adam, come on.”

He sighs again. “Fine. We don’t have to say anything for now, but that doesn’t mean we can’t get a hotel room. I’ll get one for everyone and say it’s because of the success we had.”

That sounds like a good plan for me. “I’m good for half.”

I’m not used to throwing money at a problem to make it go away, but I can see the appeal.

He chuckles. “I’m good for it. It’ll be my treat.”

I reach for my phone to text Davis, but a message pops up. Before I can read it, I see Adam pulling his phone out of his pocket.

Davis: Where are you? You with Adam? He needs to haul ass to the bus. Amazing news.

I show the screen to Adam. He flips his around for me to read. He’s got several missed messages, but the one showing on his screen is from Rudd.

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