Page 86 of Pretty Obsessed

“I’ll come, undecided if I’ll get anything yet.”

“I won’t begrudge you if you don’t.” I kissed his chest. “We should shower. Otherwise, we are both going to smell like my sweat.”

He wrinkled his nose. “We wouldn’t want to make someone tattoo you smelling like sweat and sex. I don’t know tattoo etiquette but that seems rude.”

“Very.”

We started to detangle when yelling reached my ears. Emory and I exchanged a glance.

“Is that Iris?” he asked.

“I can’t imagine it would be anyone else.” I tried not to let the frustration into my voice. I didn’t think it was Iris causing the issue, but they seemed to find him.

It had been so nice to be here without the rest of the band and have him calm for the longest I’d seen it. Maybe even happy. Of course, it had to all come crashing down. I grounded myself as we redressed, letting all the love and good feelings from earlier in the night wash over me.

Fortified with those reasons, I opened the door to the dressing room to find Lowe getting between Iris and Cas.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“No fucking clue,” Lowe said when no one spoke. “I came out here and found them getting in each other’s faces.”

I glanced between Cas and Iris who’d gone quiet the second I’d walked out. “Is this done?”

“Far from,” Cas said.

“It’d be done if you got the fuck out of my way.”

“You know I’m not doing that.” Cas crossed his arms over his broad chest. He and Iris were the same height, but their builds could not be more different. Cas kept himself lean and chiseled, with blue eyes and a jawline that went on for days.

“Caspian does this need to happen right now? We had a great show and you’ve got to be jet-lagged.” I searched for anything that would get the two of them to lay off each other tonight.

“He and I have things we need to discuss,” Caspian said through his teeth getting closer to Iris, only stopped by Lowe.

Cas shouldered into Lowe and they scuffled. Shoes squeaking on the floor while they shoved each other back and forth like some schoolboy fight. Shock hit me in the chest. I’d never seen those two get into it.

I shoved myself between the two of them, getting in Cas’ face. “Enough.”

Lowe stepped back and set his jaw while fingered the thin fabric of his shirt, fixing the line so it lay flat against his chest. A strand of hair falling back to lay against his forehead. He combed fingers through it in an attempt to return it to the messy perfection. Leather jacket with gold zippers and a button-down tucked with only one button done, showing off his pecs and chest. He looked dressed to go out.

“You on your way out?” I asked him keeping my body between Cas and him.

“Was about to, but I’ll cancel if you need back up.”

“Saint here?”

He hesitated before he nodded. “Yea, he’s here for a couple of days.”

I wanted to ask him more, the truth was we weren’t that close, but it felt like he was being sketchy. None of us were any stranger to his best friend. He was a superstar in his own right. As well as one of the only unapologetically openly gay singer-songwriters in the industry at the moment. He was a pop sensation. Rising almost as fast as we had. Lowe had taken him under his wing when he was our opening act.

“Get out of here. I’ll handle it.”

Lowe took a second, probably going over in his head if it was a good idea to leave me with them. He locked eyes with Caspian and shook his head before ducking around Iris to leave.

“Can you just not?” I said to Cas when Lowe was out of earshot.

“Can you mind your fucking business?” Cas snarled back.

“What is this about?” Emory asked Iris, interjecting for the first time.

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