Page 55 of Addicted to You
He shook his head and looked at me. “No, it’s okay. I just haven’t shared my story with many people.” He took a beat. “Both of my parents were addicts. Both of them liked to shoot up. Looking back, I think my mother just numbed the pain because my dad had a temper. When I was sixteen, I came home from school to find my father had shot my mom and then overdosed on heroin. I endedup in foster care, and my last foster parents both worked in recovery. With their encouragement, I decided to follow a similar path.”
“Holy shit,” I whispered, not expecting to hear his childhood had been filled with so much pain. “I’m so sorry you went through all of that. I can only imagine how hard that was.”
He nodded. “Thanks, it definitely wasn’t easy, but when I stop another family from experiencing what I did, not only do I help them, but it sort of helps me a little too.”
I was already committed to my sobriety, but after learning about his past, I made a promise to myself not to let him down.
When we rolledup to our hotel in downtown San Diego, I grabbed my backpack and followed the others off the bus. The driver unloaded the rest of our stuff, and Rina handed us the keys to our rooms.
As soon as we entered ours, Cash dropped onto the bed closest to the window and asked, “Does it make me sound like an asshole if I’m glad we’re sleeping here tonight instead of on the bus?”
“Not at all. Those beds work in a pinch, but they’re small as shit, and I’m always worried I’m going to roll right off them. Besides, these are way more comfortable.” I pulled out the shirt and ripped jeans I was going to wear later and hung them up. “In fact, I’m thinking about taking a nap before we have to head to sound check.”
“That’s not a bad idea.”
He bent over and rummaged through his backpack. “Oh shit.”
“What’s wrong?” I asked as I spread out across my bed.
He opened his suitcase and flipped through the contents. “Looks like I forgot my phone charger.”
“You want to borrow mine?”
He glanced at my phone sitting on the nightstand between our beds. “We have different phones, so that won’t work.”
“Do you think you left it on the bus? We could go check.”
He shook his head. “I didn’t take anything out of my bags duringthe drive. I saw a store across the street. I’ll just run over there and grab one.”
I sat up. Since we were halfway through his time with me, he’d started giving me more time on my own, but I wasn’t sure if he’d leave me alone in a hotel room just yet. “Do I need to come with you?”
“That’s your call. If you’re comfortable staying here, I’m okay with that.”
Knowing I’d benefit from some rest before our show, I nodded. “Cool. I’ll stay then.”
Cash grabbed a room key off the dresser and walked to the door. “Do you need anything while I’m out?”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Okay. I’ll be back soon.”
The door shut behind him and I reclined back on the bed. A nap would be great, but having the room to myself likely wouldn’t happen often and somestress reliefsounded like a much better way to enjoy the moment.
Pushing down my sweatpants, I got ready to make the most of my alone time.
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CASH
Takingthe elevator down to the lobby, I patted my back pocket, only to realize I’d left my wallet in my duffle in the hotel room. I jabbed the call button on the elevator, and the doors opened immediately. I stepped inside to head back up to my floor.
As soon as I got to the room, I swiped the keycard and pushed the door open, stepping inside without thinking.
Silas was on the bed, his bare legs stretched out, and his sweatpants kicked down near his ankles. His hand was wrapped around his dick, and his head was tipped back against the pillow as he ran his fist up and down.
I froze.
His eyes flickered open when the door shut behind me. Instead of panicking, instead of scrambling to cover himself or cussing me out, he just stared. His hand had stopped moving, but he didn’t release his grip.
