I raise my eyebrow at him, “No, you’re only an internationally known rockstar.”
He shrugs, “It’s not really that big of a deal. Not as much as I thought it would be.”
“Really? The concerts, fans, and groupies weren’t a big deal?”
“Not when I came back down from the high and realized none of things really mattered. No one cared about who I really was. Mia tried, but I pushed her away. She didn’t really see me anyway. She saw what she wanted to.”
“Are you sure you want to go back to that life?”
“Performing was one of my favorite rushes. Our fans are the best. Now that I’ve taken a step back and become healthy, I can see so much clearer. I want to do it again on my terms, with someone beside me who cares.”
He looks down at me. I can barely see his eyes, but I know they’re trying to tell me something. “I love you, Blake Knox. I’m pretty sure I loved you before, but I was too fucking stupid to appreciate it. Now I promise not to let you down.”
My breath catches, but I don’t hold back the truth that I’d realized myself.
“I love you too, Talon Ward. I won’t let you let me down.”
And there, on the hood of a black Corvette, life changed again.
My date with Talon ends with a sweet kiss at my bedroom door before he turns and walks down the hall to his bedroom. He doesn’t push for more, and I’m surprised and a little disappointed. I get changed into my pajamas and lay in bed, but sleep doesn’t come quickly. My mind is busy trying to understand what has happened in my life in the last few months.
I’ve gone from drowning in bills and feeling completely alone to living in a literal mansion with not one but two boyfriends who love me. I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn’t have a load of fears about trusting these men with my heart again, but I can’t make myself pull back now. I’m all in and have to hope that trusting them again isn’t a mistake.
After tossing and turning for over an hour, I finally fall asleep. When I wake up late the next morning, I’m grateful I don’t have a shift at the flower shop. I’ve cut my hours because I’m picking up more photography gigs. Today, though, I’m taking a day off from everything and recharging.
When I get downstairs, I find Foster drinking a nasty-looking smoothie in the kitchen. He tips it up to me in a silent question. I shake my head and pour myself a bowl of cereal I sit at the counter with it and scroll on my phone.
“How was last night?” Foster asks.
I look up and smile, “Good.”
He winks, “I bet. What’s the plan for today?”
“Nothing. I want a day of absolutely nothing.”
“Sounds wonderful. Can I join you?”
My smile widens, “Of course. Pool day?”
“Meet you out there.”
I finish my food, clean up my dishes, and then rush upstairs to change into my bikini and grab a towel. Foster is already in the water when I get outside to the patio. I set my stuff down on a lounger and step into the water. He’s waiting for me when I sink down and pulls me into his body. His arms wrap underneath me, his hands cupping my ass. My arms twine around my neck, and my legs around his waist.
He kisses me and flexes his fingers, digging them into the flesh of my ass. I’m pinned up against the concrete side of the pool, and I can feel his erection through his swim shorts and my bathing suit. It kills me to, because I’m really liking where this is going, but I pull my mouth away from Foster.
“What's wrong?” he asks, breath fanning against my lips.
“Nothing. I was hoping to talk.”
He grunts, “You want to talk? About what?”
“You.”
“Why me?”
“The last time we tried a relationship, I knew next to nothing about you. I’d like to approach it differently this time.”
He blows out a long breath, then lets me go and walks away from me and out of the pool.
