Page 35 of Rhythm Of Our Souls
“The fighting got to be a little bit much for her, so Benji took her to another room to calm down,” Nate says.
Lulu chews on her lip, guilt in her eyes. “Can someone please tell her everything is okay, and I’ll talk to her after the show?”
Nate smiles. “I’ve got you.” He winks. “Go, have fun. I’ll make sure she’s okay.”
“Thank you,” she breathes out in relief. “I feel so bad. She was so upset.”
“She’s going to be fine,” Nate promises. “A lot was going on. It’s to be expected.”
“Still.” Lulu sighs heavily.
“We can go see her now if you want?” I tell her, hating to see her look so upset.
“No.” She shakes her head. “You’re already late enough. We don’t want an angry mob on our hands.”
“Nah.” I wave her off. “The guys are most likely just messing around on stage. The fans eat that up.”
“I got this,” Nate says. “Now be a good girl and go sing your pretty little heart out.”
“Fine, fine,” I sigh heavily, still feeling bad about her friend.
“Hey.” Lulu gives my hand a squeeze. “It’s gonna be okay.”
“Yeah.” I force a smile, but as I look into her blue eyes, I actually believe her.
She’s here. With me. Her hand in mine.
Now that I have her back, I’m never letting her go.
Chapter 8
Brady
As soon as Nate closes the door, I spin around to face my brother. “I fucked up,” I groan, leaning over to put my hands on my knees, my dick still very much throbbing, but not with need. That girl knows how to hit hard.
“Yup,” Gavin confirms.
“Big time,” I sigh heavily as I straighten up.
“Yup.”
“I didn’t mean to be such a fucking dick.” I run my hands through my hair, gripping the strands. “And now I feel like a fucking jackass. Like it literally makes my skin crawl knowing I was mean to my scent match. And that's part of the reason why I was an asshole. Because fucking hell, the feelings rushing through me are overwhelming. I’ve been shot, I’ve been chased down by crazy men, I’ve had to survive in the woods with nothing but the clothes on my back and the knife in my pocket. But this? Nothing in the world could prepare me for this.”
“How are you doing?” he asks me, placing a hand on each of my shoulders.
“So damn confused and conflicted. I met my scent match for fuck’s sake, Gavin.” I blink at him in disbelief.
“You did.” A smile quirks up on the side of his lip.
“And she’s a fucking famous person.”
“She is.” He nods along.
“And the girl our girl has been obsessed over for years.”
“That indeed she is,” he agrees.
“Our girl is fucking scent matched to my scent match’s bodyguard!” I shout. “How the fuck are you not freaking out too?”
