Page 111 of Comeback
“Let’s go. First band should be starting any second.” Brogan tips his head toward the entrance.
Archer takes my hand and threads our fingers together. A giddy sensation works through me.
“I could never hold out a week,” I tell him in case he didn’t realize I was joking earlier.
He leans in. The tip of his nose grazes the shell of my ear as he whispers, “I know.”
By the time we grab drinks and find our seats on the floor, the first band has started. A huge smile spreads across my face at the loud, angry music. I turn to Archer realizing in here he’s definitely not going to be able to hear me.
It’s almost like being in your room,I sign to him.
His stare roams down over my body, coming up slowly to land on my mouth.In that case, you’re wearing too many clothes.
I stand in front of him, leaning into him ever so slightly, so my back rests against his chest. I can’t understand half the lyrics, but the beat is good and it reminds me so much of all those early nights with Archer’s music vibrating through my wall.
He moves with the music, occasionally singing along. The first band finishes and another one starts up. Archer likes this one more, judging by the number of songs he knows the lyrics to. He has a nice voice, and the deep rumble vibrations has me turned on and pushing my ass into his crotch. His fingers brush against the hem of my skirt, teasing me but doing nothing to quench the ache building in my core.
London and Brogan stand next to us in a similar stance. Except Brogan has his arms wrapped around her chest, leaning his head against hers. They’re cute. I’m really happy he’s found someone that’s so good for him.
London catches my eye and smiles. She pulls away from Brogan who gives her a quizzical look. She takes my hand and pulls me with her.
“Where are you going?” Brogan shouts.
“We’ll be right back.”
She doesn’t drop my hand until we get out to the concession area. “You looked like you could use a break from the music.”
“No, it’s great.”
She eyes me skeptically.
“Okay, it’s loud and they’re basically just screaming, right?”
Her laughter echoes down the empty hallway. She walks toward a beer vendor, holding up two fingers to the girl working.
“I find alcohol helps.” She hands me one of the beers and keeps the other for herself.
We walk slowly away, sipping from the bottles.
“How many concerts have you been to with Brogan?”
“Only one other. The three of us went to an 80s rock cover band concert this summer.” Her mouth pulls into a grin. “I bet Archer is extra grateful you’re with us this time.”
“Why?”
“Brogan and I snuck off to have sex in the truck between bands.”
I try to keep from bursting out with laughter and fail. “No, you didn’t.”
“We did.” She shrugs her shoulders up toward her ears. “I have no regrets, but poor Archer. He’s had to third wheel it with us a lot.”
“I don’t think he minds. He adores you.”
“Same. He’s the best.” London pauses a few feet away from the tunnel that leads back to the seats. “You think so too, right?”
“That Archer is the best?”
She nods, staring at me in a frightening sort of way. London’s always been so sweet and nice but right now I get the feeling she’s ready to throw down if I say the wrong thing.
