Page 163 of Talk Nerdy To Me
“You’ll be backstage, because I have no fucking idea what sort of crowd control the scene has, but there’s a badass backstage area guaranteed to make that an irrelevant issue where you’re concerned.”
I don’t even get to respond, because he starts kissing me again, leisurely now, the way he kisses me when all he wants to do is kiss me.
“Britt, I’m coming in,” Harley’s voice says very abruptly.
I hear the rustling of my tent just before Base jerks me against his chest, and I dart a look over my shoulder as Harley walks in.
“I brought some more clothes for—”
Her eyes go wide, just as Dale trips in. His eyes come up, widen to a dangerous point, and he curses before turning and stumbling back out in one big rush.
“Damn it, Harley. My eyes!” he snaps.
My mouth opens and closes a few times as my brain stalls long enough for me to consider the awkwardness of the entire situation. My chest stays pressed against Base’s, and my dress hangs at my waist, covering most of the essentials.
“I-I-I…my bad,” she stutters before choking back a laugh and also running out.
Base drops back, laughing as I come down with him.
He brushes my hair out of my face before asking, “Where’s your head at now?”
My eyes fasten onto his. “I think we should find more condoms.”
