Page 36 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Hey, Aiden, you good?” Jack’s voice cuts through my thoughts, his eyebrow cocked in concern.
“Fine, just… amped up from the show.” It’s partially true, but there’s more static under my skin than just leftover performance buzz.
Jack claps my shoulder. “I get it.”
“So, Dax, you’ve followed Oli out to the back stage every show,” Chase comments casually.
Dax looks up and glares at Chase.
“I hated seeing her move so far away and into the crowd, too, but drums aren’t portable,” Chase says, smiling.
“Or a keyboard,” I add.
Jack laughs. “I could go.”
We all look at Dax, who looks pissed at that. I know he wants to deny it but isn’t sure how to play it cool at the same time.
“I guess since Jack actually likes Oli, it would make more sense for him to go with her,” Chase says.
If Dax wasn’t such an ass to Oli, I might feel bad for him, but this is all playful and innocent. Unlike the way we used to fight because of May.
“It’s on my side,” Dax says simply, then turns away from us to look at his phone.
The three of us burst out laughing. Chase and Jack keep teasing him, but I move back to my bunk. I feel the itch to write and want to grab my notebook.
The steady hiss of the shower cuts off. My attention snaps to the bathroom door, watching as it cracks open. A sliver of steam escapes, and then there’s Oli, peeking out with those green eyes scanning the aisle.
She looks at me, and her eyes widen.
“Aiden!” she whisper yells at me so the others don’t hear her.
“What’s wrong, Oli?”
Her rose gold hair clings in damp tendrils to her flushed cheeks.
“I forgot to grab clothes,” she admits sheepishly.
“Here, take this,” I say, yanking off my shirt without a second thought. The fabric’s still warm from my body and covered in my scent.
“Really?” Oli’s eyebrows arch in surprise, her lips quirking up as she accepts my offering. She goes back in the bathroom and comes out in only my shirt. It’s so big it covers her knees.
All the blood in my body rushes to my cock, seeing her like this.
“Thanks, Aiden,” she murmurs, that small smile playing on her lips like she knows exactly what kind of thoughts are tumbling through my head.
She doesn’t run into her room and change immediately. I catch her leaning down to smell my scent. I have to bite back a purr when she smiles, and I know she likes it.
“You smell like chocolate chip cookies, like comfort and home. I might be addicted.”
Her eyes run over my bare chest, and I might flex a littleto make my abs look even better. Oli’s scent flares slightly, turning sweeter and telling me she likes what she sees.
Our scents mixed together rival the best desserts I’ve ever had.
Chase comes into the bunk area but stops short when he sees Oli. His nostrils flare, and I see the tiniest flicker of jealousy before he shoves it behind an easy-going smile.
“That’s not your shirt,” Chase points out.
I’m standing here shirtless. Oli is wet and covered in my scent while wearing my shirt. He might be drawing less innocent conclusions.
