Page 65 of Knot My Band: Part One
“Thanks for this… for today.” His words are simple, yet they carry the weight of something more.
“Anytime, Dax,” I say honestly.
As Dax and I leave the axe-throwing place, the cool night air brushes against my skin.
“Don’t expect this to last long.” He nudges me gently with his shoulder, and I stumble a bit, only for his hand to shoot out and steady me. His touch is warm and electrifying, sending jolts of awareness through me.
“Of course not,” I tease, looking up at him as we walk. “Will it last until we get back to the bus?”
“Maybe,” he concedes, giving me a half-smile that does funny things to my heart. It’s so rare and beautiful, like witnessing the first crack of dawn after a long, dark night.
We drive home in silence and reach the tour bus.
“Today was… unexpected,” Dax admits, sinking into one of the plush seats. I don’t hesitate to join him. Our thighs brush, and neither of us moves away.
His cinnamon roll scent surrounds us.
“Good unexpected or bad unexpected?” I ask, tilting my head to catch his gaze.
“Definitely good,” he replies, and my stomach flutters.
“Me too,” I whisper, feeling bold under his intense stare. “I didn’t know you could let your guard down like that.”
“Neither did I.” His voice is a low rumble, and it feels like we’re sharing secrets meant only for each other.
We sit there, side by side, his gaze holding mine.
The bus is quiet, save for the occasional creaks and groans of its resting frame. In this hushed atmosphere, I’m acutely aware of Dax’s presence—his warmth, his scent, the steady rhythm of his breathing.
I can’t help but blush under his gaze. Daxon Grey, the man who usually has a scowl etched onto his face, is looking at me like I’ve hung the stars. And it’s not just the flattery that gets to me—it’s the raw honesty in his expression, the way he seems to be seeing me for the first time.
My fingertips graze his skin, and I feel a jolt of electricity. He leans into the touch, a small sigh escaping him.
Before I can think better of it, I lean in, drawn by the magnetic pull of his presence. Dax tilts his head, mirroring my actions, and our breaths mingle. Just as our lips are about to meet in a kiss that promises to be as thrilling as the rest of our day…
“Honey, I’m home!” The voice booms through the quiet, and I jerk back, turning to see the rest of the band filing into the lounge, grins plastered on their faces.
Fuck! I can’t break my promise to Dax! I’m so stupid that I almost did.
“Nothing, you missed absolutely nothing,” I grumble, though my racing heart begs to differ. Beside me, Dax lets out an annoyed growl.
Probably that I just threw myself at him.
The other three look between us, but I push past them.
“We need to get to sound check!”
And I run out of there like a coward.
Chase
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Ibounce on the balls of my feet, the thrumming energy of anticipation pulsing through me.
