Dangerous Crush (Dangerous Noise 2)

It's not far from the truth. It's more that I don't have a fucking clue where I want to be anymore, besides on stage. "She had fake tits."

"And?"

"I prefer natural."

"I nailed it, didn't I?"

I shrug.

"Wow, Kit, that's kind of... pathetic."

"Excuse me?"

She laughs. "Yeah, you'll just fuck any chick who has okay tits?"

"Wasn't fucking her."

"Let any chick with okay tits put her mouth on your genitals."

"I don't like you talking like this."

The joy drains from her expression. She's done teasing me. I feel deflated too. We were having fun. Now, we're not.

She turns back towards her side of the couch. "I guess you're going to say something about how sex is different for guys and it's okay that you're using some groupie chick cause she's using you too?"

I say nothing.

"That's Ethan's line."

It is. And it's true. Mostly. I look Piper in the eyes. "Have you ever?"

"Ever what?"

"Had sex."

"Oh... I... um..." She presses her lips together. Her gaze goes back to the TV. Her hand goes to the remote. She pretends as if she's fascinated by Kathy Lee Gifford interviewing some A-list actor.

Fuck, she's embarrassed she's a virgin.

That's the cutest thing I've seen in forever.

Hell, I don't think I've ever had a virgin in my apartment. Or my hotel room. Or within three feet of me. Not since high school.

Her cheeks turn red. "Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like I'm cute."

"You are cute." I grab the remote so I can mute the TV. My fingers brush hers. There's something nice about it. Sweet. "There's nothing wrong with being a virgin. It's better than having a lot of meaningless sex."

"Oh yeah? Are you going to tell me that the money and the fans are also a drag?" she teases.

"No, but you're a nice girl—"

"Say that again and this—" she holds up her glass of water "—goes on your head."

"You're not the kind of girl who gets something out of blowing b-list celebrities at parties."