Page 62 of The Devil's Tattoo
The one thing I suddenly hated with a vengeance about being on tour was the lack ofprivacy.
“Goodnight.” He sighed against my swollenmouth.
“Goodnight.”
* * *
“Isawyou dry humping against the doorframe last night,” Dee whispered into my ear, making me choke on the bottle of water I was trying to drown my Willhangoverwith.
We stood beside the bus, getting ready to jump on for the next leg of the tour. We only had three shows to do before we headed back to Melbourne for thefinaltwo.
“You were awake?” I spluttered, wiping my mouth with the back ofmyhand.
“Youwokemeup.”
“Dee!”
He elbowed me with a sly grin. “Don’t worry, Zo. I already arranged a room swapwithPete.”
“Uh,thanks?”
He threw an arm around my shoulder and laughed. “You need togetsome.”
To his surprise I said, “Yeah. I’m so bloodyhorny.”
“Bloody hell, Zoe! Too much information. My ears.Theyburn!”
“Youstartedit.”
“Youcontinuedit.”
Simone laughed as she passed us. “They’re at itagain.”
Before she went any farther, I ran forward and pulled her to theside. “So?”
“So what?” she asked with a smallblush.
“Simone.” My good mood was infectious as her face split intoagrin.
“Hekissedme.”
“When?”
She sighed. “Lastnight.”
“Good,” I said firmly. “I’mglad.”
“I think you inspired him, you know, aftereverything.”
I grimaced. “Well, at least it all workedout,huh?”
“I’m happy for you too, Zoe. I know I don’t know the full story, but you deserve it aftereverything.”
“Thanks.”
She gave me a small wave as she moved off toward the car where Dean was arranging the remaining boxes ofmerchandise.
“You’re beautiful, Zoe Granger,” Will whispered intomyear.
