Fucking Saint.“I told Saint not to ask you.”
“He didn’t.”
I hike a brow, pulling back an inch.
“Axel said something to Riles.”
I shake my head.
“Fucking big mouths, the lot of them.” I wrap my hand around her thigh, the other sinking into her hair. “What is going on with those two anyway? Axel is tight-lipped other than saying they’re friends.”
“They are friends.”
“Just friends?”
“For now.” Her eyes glitter, and my body vibrates at the sight.
Hendrix Moore has always been the most beautiful woman in the world. But Hendrix now, on my lap, in my studio, chasing the dreams we discovered sixteen years ago, is nothing short of breathtaking.
Fucking stars glittering, universe shattering, heart-racing beautiful.
A gritty guitar lick spills through the open door and wraps around us. My stomach swoops, my heart fucking soaring at the sound.
Our melody.
Our music.
Ourlegacysweeping through these halls.
Hendrix laughs, the melodic sound sparking every inch of me.
I cup her cheeks and kiss her until she’s clinging to me, breathless.
And fuck if I’m letting her go this time.
Chapter sixty-nine
Hendrix • Now
First Date – Blink-182
Somesaylifeistoo short for regrets.
I say those people have never been about to step foot on a death trap wearing granny pants.
“You’re looking a little green, bestie,” Saint drawls.
I push my palm into my stomach and swallow. “That thing can’t be safe.”
He chuckles, throwing an arm over my shoulder as I stare wide-eyed at the white monstrosity they call a private plane sitting on the tarmac.
Saint and I had a plan. But now I’m standing here, I’m pretty sure I’m about to die the second we hit the air, and that great fucking plan is going to go to waste.
“It’s completely safe,” Saint says as he tugs me closer. “You’re gonna have to get used to it, you know? Can’t imagine you plan to stay at home while we’re touring the world.”
“Unfortunately not.” I blow air into my cheeks. “Why’d I have to fall in love with a rock star?”
He flicks my nose. “You were never gonna fall in love with anyone else.”