“Are you trying to drive me mad?” I asked with a smallsmile.
“I don’t want to let you go.” He kissed my forehead. “We’ve got a minute. Give me thisminute.”
We sat together for a moment, and previously, it would have been awkward as hell, but now it was the most natural thing in the world. We fit together. I knew it, and so did he. Why the hell had I been so determined to fight it when it feltlikethis?
This was getting dangerously close to something else, and I was suddenly aware of where we were, but I didn’t care one bit. Will’s hands were back in my hair, holding my mouth firmlytohis.
We both jumped as the door banged open, and Dee walked in. When his gaze landed on us and our position, he stifled a surprisedlaugh.
“Oh, shit,” he exclaimed. “Didn’trealize.”
“It’s okay, Dee,” I said, reluctantly getting up. I really needed tocooloff.
“We need to soundcheck.”
“Okay, I’ll be there inasec.”
He looked at us with a sly smile and closed the doorbehindhim.
“I get it now,” Will said, pulling my back flush with his chest. “YouandDee.”
“Hemeanswell.”
“He loves you.” When I tensed, he said, “Not like that. He’s your family. They all are. I mean, I know. I havemyown.”
“What did he saytoyou?”
“When?”
“After…what did hetellyou?”
Will was quiet for a moment, and I wasn’t sure if the churning in my stomach was dread. “Nothing. He told me it wasn’t hisplace.”
“And it’s not.” It came out a little harsher than I’dintended.
“I would do anything for you, Zo.” His hands settled on my hips, and I pressed my backside against his hard-on and couldn’t help but smile when he let out a lowmoan. “Shit.”
“You better stay in here a while,” I said, hoping he really meant every word. “You need tocalmdown.”
As I walked out of the room, I looked back and gave him a sly smile. The tension that had weighed heavily on my shoulders had all but disappeared. If one kiss from Will could do that, then what else could he do? Just thinking about it made that place between my legsthrob.
“You’re wicked, Zoe Granger.” He grimaced as I closed the doorbehindme.
Out on stage, Chris was helping Frank set up the drum kit, and Dee was fiddling with the leads that ran into his effects pedals. When his eye caught mine, I steeled myself for one of his trademark wittycomments.
As I plugged the lead into my guitar, Dee asked, “Youguysgood?”
“Yeah,” I replied, thankful he was seriousforonce.
“So are you, like,togethernow?”
Ishrugged.
“Sure lookedlikeit.”
“Iguess.”
He knelt down and began tuning his Gibson, his E string all out of whack. “Did you tell him what youtoldme?”