My eyes widen. “Oh fuck.”
“What?” Lulu asks, panic in her tone.
“My parents.” I look at her with wide eyes.
“What about them? Are they okay?” Her eyes frantically flick between mine.
“I didn’t tell them about us... about Brady... about any of this.”
“Oh.” Lulu blinks.
“Fuck,” I groan, letting my eyes shut and my head fall back. “Fucking ADHD.”
“I don’t understand,” Lulu says, sounding confused.
I sigh heavily. “One of the biggest things that affects me is that if something isn’t constantly in my life, around me,a part of my routine, I can forget it even exists. A lack of object permanence, pretty much. I can go months without even thinking of my parents unless they call or text me. I hate it. It sucks big time. But I don’t mean anything by it.” I sigh heavily, feeling guilty. “I just get so wrapped up in my life, so many things on my mind, it’s hard to remember anything that's not in front of my face. The meds don’t do much to help with that part.”
“You remembered me,” she says softly.
My eyes find her. “Lulu, baby, I could have had amnesia, and my brain would still know who you were in some kind of way. There's no life that I live where I’d ever forget you.”
Her eyes well with tears, and she wipes at them with the back of her hands. “You suck.” She lets out a watery laugh.
“I lick too.” I wink.
Her cheeks go pink, and my mind drifts to the past few days we spent locked in my room, tangled in one another's embrace.
I can’t get enough of her. I’m truly addicted.
“Call them,” Lulu says, snapping me out of my dirty thoughts.
“What?”
“Call them. When we get back to the hotel room. We can tell them together.”
“Okay.” I smile. “I’d like that.”
Lulu doesn’t know about my mom keeping things from me back when the trial was going on. I’m not sure how to bring it up. Lulu has always loved my mom; my parents always adored her as if she were one of their own. I don’t want her to hate them.
Even though it took a while for me to build that trust back with my parents, I saw that they thought they were doing what was best for me at the time. They loved me and wanted to protect me. Doesn’t mean what they did was right, but I saw where they were coming from.
After we leave the photo shoot, we head back to the hotel to get ready for tonight’s concert. I’m excited, but also exhausted. Who knew two days of sex would make me want to sleep for weeks on end? Totally worth it, though.
When Lulu told me she’s never been with a woman, I thought she was lying. The way that girl works her tongue is downright criminal.
But when she told me she was serious, I was impressed. I told her the same went for me, and she had the same reaction. Guess when you spend years lost in your mind with all of the dirty things you dreamed of doing to the girl you love, it comes in handy.
That led to a conversation on our past sexual relationships. When I told her she was the second person I’d ever been with, she didn’t believe me, and was shocked that I’ve never been with any of the celebrities I’ve worked with or been around. While there were a few articles that stated I was seeing someone, they were all lies. Photos were manipulated to look how they wanted to spin the story. A lot like the rumors about me and the band.
When I asked about hers, the girl looked like she wanted to crawl into a hole.
She sounded so guilty when she told me about the heat program at Calling Wood. I told her she had no reason to feel bad about who she's been with in the past.
It helped, I think, when I told her I’d have done the same if the circumstances of my life were different; I just didn’t have the ability to take that road.
I assured her that our pasts didn’t matter. What was important was that we're together now.
“I can’t get over this view,” Lulu says, standing in front of the massive window overlooking the strip.
