Page 123 of From Drummer to Gamer

I ignored him and headed to the kitchen, from where I heard the sound of cabinets closing and opening.

I stood by the threshold and watched as Sierra peer at the fridge with a wrinkle in her nose. And as if she sensed my presence, her round hazel eyes flew to me.

“Hey Matty.”

I didn’t respond and walked straight to her and took her in my arms. I felt some of the tension dissipate from my body when her softness molded against my body, and she clutched me tightly.

“You okay?”

“Now I am.” I buried my face in her neck, taking in her sweet scent.

At this moment, all I cared for was her.

I think my hard resolve was melting. She wasn’t just an obsession, and I didn’t just like her.

I think it was more than that, and I was already in too deep to go back now.

SIERRA

“You’re killing me,” Matty muttered, his eyes dragging over the length of my body like a sensual caress. “Daisy dukes should be fucking illegal.”

“You like?” I asked, stepping out of the hallway as I closed the door behind me.

“More than like,” he grumbled and zeroed in on my breast, where his face was plastered on my tight T-shirt.

He stood casually, leaning against the wall with his legs crossed as he eyed me.

It was my first ever concert in my life, and it was for my favorite person, so I had to dress like a fan and a girlfriend at the same time.

“Only you get to know I have your T-shirt on,” I said as I pulled the amber yellow bomber jacket he gifted over me. It was one of his presents. He gave me so much today that I almost lost count. This jacket was so special because it was one of his newer and nicer ones, and his woody smell still lingered on it. Instead of just handing it to me, he had my name embroidered on the inside. And now I had a part of him and me in one single jacket.

I couldn’t believe I was at a place where I no longer had to battle with bots for his items. I could just ask, and he would give it to me.

“Come here.” His hand clasped around mine and pulled me to him. My back to his chest. And before I could ask what he was doing, something cold touched my neck.

I blinked at the single yellow diamond sparkling on my chest. “What’s this?”

“Another present,” he said, kissing the side of my head.

I turned around, frowning. “Look, I do appreciate you trying to make my day special, but I don’t really need this many gifts, Matty. And this seems very expensive. I can’t possibly take it.”

“Get used to it.” A faint smile danced on his lips. “I’m only going to be buying you more. Who else can I spoil other than my girl?”

And there goes my heart, cracking and melting for him.

If showering me with presents made him this happy, who was I to complain?

“Fine,” I replied with a smile. “Thank you.”

“I’d like to collect my thanks with a good luck kiss,” he whispered before he kissed me. Our lips danced to the familiar rhythm that matched the thundering of my heart.

I loved every second of it.

I thought I was used to backstages, but this right here was on a whole other level. It felt like I was in a completely new world. In every corner, someone was running around with stress written on their faces. It was all so erratic and busy.

I’d gotten so comfortable being with Matty that I’d forgotten his level of popularity. Somehow, I became the most human version of myself in his presence. And he was the only person on earth I wasn’t scared to show the real me.

“You’ll be okay there?”

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