“Do you think I was never with a woman?” Marcus grumbled, slumping back.
Holland laughed. “Not to your mutual satisfaction.”
Marcus stuck his finger up, and everyone just chuckled at him. He was always funny when he was drunk.
“There are facial cleanser cloths under the sink in the bathroom, Austin, if you want to try and wash it off.”
“I probably need cleanser and a brillo to get this off without that cleaner at the theater,” I mumbled.
“If it doesn’t come off, you need coconut oil or olive oil and hot, hot water,” Nelson called. Everyone looked over at him. “Please. You think I never wore makeup? I’m Nelson Fucking Powers.”
The whole room burst out laughing, and I headed to the bathroom at the end of the little hallway.
Uriah opened the door.
How, in the course of ten days, had I forgotten how goddamn handsome he was. How that beard felt against my thighs? How it felt to have those mesmerizing bright blue eyes staring at me?
“Hey,” he said, softly.
“Hi,” I answered.
“Nice makeup. Jaime tonight?”
I nodded. “He always does an amazing job.”
Uriah nodded and stepped out of the way. I walked into the bathroom, and he stood just outside. “Can I stay a moment?”
I shrugged. What I really wanted to do was pull him inside, drop to my knees and suck that magnificent cock to the back of my throat. But that wasn’t going to happen.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Surviving.”
“Anything exciting happening?”
I found the cloths under the sink and turned to the mirror. “We’re figuring out the tour. We don’t want to spend a year on the road. Got it down to seven months, with a one month break.”
“Nice. Overseas?”
“Two months.”
“Any place good?”
“Only where the album hit the charts.” I wiped the kohl carefully off my eyelid, and most of it came off in one shot.
“Jaime uses the good stuff,” Uriah said. “Easy to apply, stays in place, easy to get off. Olive oil would have worked as well.”
“Nelson said.”
“Still doing good on stage?”
I nodded, and worked on my other eyelid. “Yup.”
It was quiet a moment, and Uriah sighed. “Hate me?”
I pursed my lips and stared at him in the mirror. “I don’t. I just don’t know what to do or think about any of this.” Flicking my gaze away from him, I went back to wiping off the makeup.
“I miss you, if that means anything.”
