The three of them spoke at once, but the overall consensus was clear.
We were doing it.
TheSB were going out on tour.
6
Tris
When Saff suggested we go out for dinner on Saturday night, I knew something was up. We didn’t often eat out, preferring to stay in or get takeaway, mainly so we didn’t have to go too far from the bedroom.
We ended up at the same burger place where we’d had our first ‘date’, the day she’d asked me if I’d be her fake boyfriend. There was definitely nothing fake about us now though.
This time, I ordered a burger with the works. I was pretty sure Saff wouldn’t be offended if I got salsa or guacamole down my t-shirt. Saff was having chicken salad. I’d noticed she hadn’t been eating much recently. Not quite enough to make me worry and speak to her, but just enough to notice.
I took a huge bite, instantly regretting it as I felt salsa juice slide down my chin. Surreptitiously, I grabbed a napkin and dabbed at the mess.
“What’s up?” I took a gamble and asked her outright.
Saff put her fork down. “I wanted to tell you about the tour TheSB are going on. I met up with Darren, Barney and Tommo this morning.”
Of course. I found myself breathing out a small sigh; she’d brought me out to dinner to tell me about the tour. I already knew about it. She’d mentioned it last night when she reminded Darren about their meeting. Maybe I’d been paranoid thinking it was something else. “Go on.”
“We’re supporting Trash Gun.”
I gulped down my beer. When she’d said they were supporting another band on the label, I hadn’t imagined it would be anyone as popular as Trash Gun. I had their first two albums and had played both of them to death the minute they’d been released.
Saff going on tour with Trash Gun held one big fat problem. Although he was anything but big and fat.
Scott Lincoln.
He had a reputation which would rival Saff’s pre me. A real lothario. Love ‘em and leave ‘em, and shag ‘em even if they are involved with someone else.
I could feel my eyes burning green.
Saff would be in close proximity to Scott Lincoln day and night for however long she went on tour for.
I swigged some more beer.
“Aren’t you going to say something?” Saff’s brows knotted together as she sipped her wine, her gaze fixed on mine.
“Um, yeah, sounds like a big deal. It’s a great opportunity for you to get some new fans, really good to get your name out there.” I babbled on, not really knowing what to say.
“Tris.” Saff put down her glass and slid her hand across the table to cover mine. “Are you okay about this?”
My mind screamed.No. No, I’m not. I don’t want you anywhere near Scott Lincoln.Instead I said, “Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”
She smiled slowly, eyes shining. “Well, you know what goes on tour stays on tour.”
Even though I was sure she was teasing me, a pang of insecurity raised its head.
“But if you’re lucky, I’ll show you exactly what some of those things are…” Her voice trailed off as she dragged her fingernail over my palm.
The light touch sent shock-waves down to my cock. While I wasn’t sure I wanted to know about tour stories, I sure as hell wanted her back in my bed tonight.
“When are you leaving?” I grasped her hand and tried to quell the hardening of my cock.
“Next week. Tuesday, I think.”
