Page 47 of Too Little Too Soon
She didn’t like it, but she understood.
“Come on,” Maria shouted close to her ear so Ava could hear her over the roar of the crowd. “They’re about to play the last song. Let’s go meet them backstage.”
Ava followed her sister through the halls behind the stage, arriving just as the members of Demigoddess Revival came rushing through the curtain, followed by the screams and shouts of happy fans who would never get enough of watching their favorite band live.
A cooler of bottled water sat nearby, and Maria started handing them out as Lacey, then Parker, Cash, and Oz walked by. Ava snagged one to hand to Travis.
He accepted it, clamping his hand around hers, using the connection to pull her close.
What in the world was the man doing?
That was her last coherent thought before his lips crashed into hers and his fingers came up to thread in her hair. Holy crap, Travis was kissing her!
In public.
In front of the rest of the band and her sister.
He pulled away and grinned before pressing a quick kiss to her forehead, and then he headed down the hall toward the dressing room, seemingly oblivious to the fact that the rest of the band and Maria were all staring at him like he’d just, well, kissed Ava!
“What in the world was that?” Maria asked, not even trying to hide her grin.
Ava touched her fingers to her lips. “I have no idea.”
Lacey snickered. “Something you want to tell us?”
“I think maybe I should go find out what’s going on myself, first,” Ava said, then hurried down the hall after him.
By the time she reached the dressing room, Travis was in the shower, and a moment later, the rest of the band came pouring in. They were either chuckling and asking what was up or snickering and giving her knowing looks.
Seriously, whatwasup?
Five minutes later, Travis stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his hips. Lacey and Parker immediately claimed the shower, while Travis ducked behind the privacy screen.
Since Ava was intimately acquainted with Travis’s naked body, there was really no reason she couldn’t step behind that screen with him, except they were supposed to go back to being friends.
Except he’d just kissed her in front of all his bandmates.
So where did they stand?
“You can come on back, sugar,” Travis called out, loud enough for every single person in the room to hear.
Did he just call her sugar? In front of his bandmates?
“It’s not like you haven’t seen it all before,” he added, and screw it, she couldn’t wait one more second to talk to him.
She scurried behind the screen, catching him as he pulled his jeans up over his hips and fastened the button.
“Hey, beautiful,” he greeted her.
“Travis, what the heck is going on?”
He tugged a plain white T-shirt over his head. The fabric molded to the muscles on his chest, and for a moment, Ava lost her train of thought. Just snug enough jeans and a fitted white T-shirt were so damn hot on him.
By the time she managed to focus on something other than her very strong desire to scrape her fingers underneath the hem of that shirt, Travis was stalking toward her, and then he was wrapping his arms around her, burying his face against the crook of her neck like…like they were officially a couple and it was okay if the whole world knew.
Not just a couple, but that they were in love. This was so…intimate.
She wiggled, and he relaxed his hold, although he didn’t let her out of the circle of his arms. She cupped his face and lifted it so she could look him in the eye. “Seriously. What is going on?”
