Page 15 of Anchor Grey
“How long has he been your manager?” Devon asked.
“I met him years ago, but he was just getting into band management, and the band I was with at that time didn’t think we needed anyone to tell us what to do. That lasted about three months before I moved on to another group. We didn’t meet again until three years ago when he was putting together Anchor Grey. He remembered me and heard I was not only a great guitar player and singer, but also that I was dependable.”
“That’s a rare trait in this business,” he said knowing we both knew exactly how rare it was.
“Yeah, but both of us are the kind of guys who have integrity. I love that about you. I could see it in your eyes the first time we met. You were hungry for the business, and I knew you were willing to do whatever it took.”
“I was.” He sat up then and held both my hands. “Let’s just enjoy our time together. I don’t want to talk about the band.” His eyes were soft and full of love. Love for me. He scooted closer and I lifted my arm behind him as he rested his head on my shoulder.
“See that big W right there? That’s Cassiopia,” I said and he stared down my arm to where I pointed.
He gasped and I knew he’d seen it. “I can’t believe I can see it. What other ones do you know?”
For now, work was forgotten as I showed him the constellations I remembered my grandfather showing me on our campingtrips. We’d had so many crazy nights the past year. Eaten at expensive restaurants and partied with some people who thought they were famous, and some that really were. But this time right here, was better than any of those moments. And being here with Devon right now, I knew things had to change. Whether he wanted to talk about it or not, eventually we would, and I hoped we both were happy with decisions made.
“What other constellations do you know?” he asked as the two of us stared up into a sky so bright with stars I couldn’t remember a sky ever looking so beautiful.
“I know a few. There’s an app that shows where they are too,” I said.
“I like it better when you show me,” he said and snuggled back into my side.
Thirteen
Devon
We decided it was time to go inside when we both nodded off to sleep in the tub. “I feel like a noodle,” Johnny said.
“Me too, we’ll sleep good tonight.” We toweled off and I ignored how fucking cold it was while Johnny’s teeth chattered. We turned off the jets and covered the tub before hurrying inside.
“Let’s see what we can find for a snack before bed,” Johnny said and walked into the kitchen. We’d cleaned up everything from the tacos, and I had to admit even though I didn’t want to clean it up, it was nice not having to do it now.
“I brought some cookies in case we wanted something sweet,” I said and took out the container I’d put away earlier.
“You’re the best,” Johnny said before choosing one and taking a bite.
“I know.” I kissed him and hoped tomorrow would be just as good as today.
“Are you going to sleep all day?” Johnny asked. I opened my eyes to find him right in front of me.
“Gah, what are you doing?” I shrieked and jumped before snuggling in close to him.
He struggled to contain the laugh I knew was there before wrapping his arms around me.
“This bed is so comfortable. I could sleep here all day,” I mumbled.
“Yeah, but then you’d miss playing games on the deck.”
“We’re playing games on the deck?” I managed to crack one eye open and was surprised by how awake he was.
“I thought we could start our Monopoly marathon since neither of us has ever finished a game, remember?”
Monopolywasa marathon and not a casual game that only took an hour or two. The end was unknown, and most people got tired of it and quit. I sat up and finally opened my eyes. “Let’s do this.”
“We’re gonna need caffeine. Lots of caffeine. And we need to eat before we start.”
“You’re right. It’s like prepping for a long journey,” I said.
“Exactly!” He hopped over me and stood naked by the side of the bed. Hands on his hips, dick half hard, and looking very tempting. “Don’t think about it,” he said and covered himself. “There’s time for that later. I’m showering first.”
