Page 48 of Wylder and the Secret Rockstar
He bumped her shoulder with his. “I’ve never had that.”
“What? A friend?”
She didn’t know what she’d expected him to say, but it certainly wasn’t “Yes.”
Studying him for a moment, she nodded. “Okay.” She held out a hand. “Friends.”
He grasped her hand, his palm warm against hers.
Finally, she cleared her throat and broke away from his stare. “So, let’s hear what you’ve got so far.”
“I told you I wasn’t very good, so this is rough.”
But when he started, it wasn’t rough at all. His fingers pressed the keys as if he knew what to do on instinct. He didn’t even need to look at them. By the time he finished with the first verse, Wylder knew.
Logan Cook liked to say he wasn’t an artist, that he didn’t have the talent of his twin, but he was wrong.
So wrong.
She picked up the song at the chorus, singing the words she’d agonized over for weeks. And they fit. Singing was once as natural to her as breathing. It had been years since she’d even tried, but it still felt natural. There was none of the usual shyness or hesitancy. Not with Logan sitting beside her.
His playing picked up speed, and she matched it, going through the words that carried her own emotions. When she reached the top of the third verse, she faltered, and Logan let the music fade away.
Neither of them said anything for a long moment, but a slow clap sounded behind them.
Her face heated as she realized Sebastian had heard her singing. She scrambled from the bench and dropped onto the leather sofa nearby. “We, uh, need to work on the third verse. I’m stuck.”
Sebastian walked farther into the room and sat on the arm of the couch, so close, too close. He smiled down at them. “That was great. See, this is what you two should be doing instead of making trouble.”
Logan groaned. “Wylder, before you ask, yes, Sebastian knows I left campus last night. He saw us return when he was walking home. I’ve already gotten the lecture on how troublemaking is not like me and that I shouldn’t follow you in everything.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but Logan cut her off.
“But I explained to my dear brother that I have a mind of my own, and you only took me with you because I begged.”
Wylder lifted her chin, daring Sebastian to chastise her. “I couldn’t leave his patheticness behind. Some of us had a pass.”
Sebastian’s eyes narrowed, but there was a familiar playfulness in them that reminded Wylder of the stranger kissing her in the rain. “And I promised I wouldn’t punish you for it. Too much.” He lifted one brow.
Logan stood. “I’m starving. Wylder?”
“Always.”
“Good. I’ll go make us some epic nachos. Bash always has the best snacks. Then he’ll leave us alone, and we can crush that third verse.” He headed toward the kitchen, leaving Wylder with Sebastian.
Not a good idea.
Her entire body leaned toward him, and she had to consciously hold herself back.
“I think I was wrong about you two.” Wylder stood to get some distance.
“Oh yeah?” Sebastian crossed his arms. “Do tell.”
“I thought Logan was just as big of a jerk as Luke.”
Sebastian snorted. “Not even close.”
“In my mind, you were the only nice one, but I got it wrong. He’s actually… not bad. And you, I don’t think I like you at all.”
