Page 43 of Addicted to You
I sat down and started unlacing my shoes. “And I’ve never shared a hotel room with another guy before.”
He shifted to lie on his side and propped his head on his hand. “Hope you’re not a sleep-talker. Or, I don’t know, one of those guys who stares at people while they sleep.”
I gave him a look and chuckled while shaking my head. “I don’t talk in my sleep, and I will only stare at you sleeping if something is off with your breathing.”
Leaning back on my hands, I watched as he pushed himself up and ran a hand through his already messy hair.
“Gonna take a shower,” he said. When he stood and stretched, his shirt lifted just enough to show a sliver of his toned stomach.
“Go for it.”
He grabbed his duffel, unzipping it to pull out a pair of sweats. He turned them over in his hands like he wasn’t really in a rush. Then he glanced over at me. “You cool if I change in here?”
I met his gaze. “Do whatever you want.”
He hummed like he was considering it. “You sure? I can just change in the bathroom if it makes you uncomfortable.”
“It doesn’t.”
He studied me for a second, a smirk on his lips, then shrugged and tossed the sweats onto the bed. “All right then.” He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down, but kept his back turned to me.
I caught a glimpse of his firm ass before quickly turning my head. I told myself it was nothing, that guys change in front of each other all the time in locker rooms, but for some reason, my dick hardened slightly, and I couldn’t get the image out of my head.
Grabbing my phone, I texted Britt that we’d arrived so I wouldn’twatch a naked Silas Hale walk in front of me to the bathroom. Even so, I found myself picturing him standing under the hot spray of the water and all I wanted to do was unzip my jeans and come.
What the fuck just happened?
Silasand I spent the morning and the afternoon sightseeing since it was my first time in NYC. I tried to call Britt a few times to show her things, like the Statue of Liberty and Rockefeller Center, but she never answered my calls.
When we got back to the hotel so Silas could rest before sound check, he lounged on his bed while scrolling through his phone, then sat up to mess around on his practice drum pad.
I sat by the window, going through some affirmations and trying to decide which one I wanted Silas to repeat before the show. I glanced over at him. He was shirtless and focused, but not so much that I didn’t catch him smirking every now and then when he looked over at me.
“How do you feel about tonight’s show?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Think you’re gonna kill it?”
He didn’t stop playing, but shot me a playful glare. “Of course. Is there any doubt?”
I let out a short laugh. “Not at all. Just checking on your confidence levels.”
“Confidence isn’t the problem. I just gotta make sure I’m not too distracted by ...” As the words trailed off, his eyes locked with mine. “Things going on around me.”
I tilted my head slightly. “Like what?”
Silas gave me a slow, crooked smile. “Like the fact that I’m sharing a room with you. Usually, I take this time to, you know, let off some steamalone.”
I closed my eyes briefly and chuckled. “I … ah … get that.”
“What am I supposed to do torelax?”
I swallowed. “Wait untiltomorrow night when?—”
“When there’s a wall between us again?”
I cleared my throat. “I get that you have needs, but being this fresh out of rehab …”
