Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 289(@200wpm)___ 231(@250wpm)___ 193(@300wpm)
“I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that,” I said, hoping he knew that. No one deserved to be laughed at for their feelings, and it made me grind my teeth to think about the woman who broke Amos’s heart for no good reason.
I could’ve told him about my own experience with heartbreak. Ryder. Ethan. How embarrassed I felt when Ethan used me and tossed me aside. I thought we had something special at the time, but I was blinded by starlight, by the bright future he promised me.
But I didn’t say anything. That was a deep talk for another time.
Amos’s eyes shifted over to mine.
“It’s okay. I’m watching the sunset with my teenage crush. We’re working on a kickass song together. Chalice Falls feels like home more than ever. Life is good,” he told me.
A warm sensation bloomed through my body, from my fingertips to my cheeks. There was something addicting about being around someone so satisfied, so optimistic. I could learn a thing or two from him.
“You and the guys have made this place tolerable for me,” I admitted.
Amos grinned as he leaned closer to me.
“Just tolerable?” he asked.
My breathing stopped as our faces lingered only a few inches apart. When I was a teenager, the thought of kissing Amos never crossed my mind, but now… I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing him. Kissing the others.
I was in a hopeless, hypnotic spiral.
“Maybe a little more than that,” I murmured as I felt his hand rest on the side of my neck, his fingers splaying across my cheek.
“I can do better than that,” Amos said before closing the gap between us, his lips pressing against mine.
I could’ve whimpered. Damn it. He was such a good kisser, moving his lips against mine slowly and passionately like it was the first time we had ever kissed anyone. I melted into the feeling, needily gripping his jean jacket.
Amos grinned into the kiss, enjoying how I reacted. He cupped my chin and gently dragged his teeth along my bottom lip in a teasing bite.
“Oh…” I breathed out, my head threatening to spin. How the hell did he make me turn into Jell-O with a mere kiss?
“Oh?” Amos repeated with a light chuckle as he rested his forehead against mine.
I laughed in a bashful manner, not meaning to say that out loud.
“Something about lead singers and their… mouths,” I said before shaking my head at myself. I couldn’t believe I just said that.
Amos chuckled as he rested back against the seat again.
“Same goes for you,” he told me before glancing at the dying sunlight as the sun made its final descent. “Want to hang out here for a few more minutes and then head to the studio? I know we’re supposed to be taking a break today, but I want to get some lyrics down.”
“Sounds perfect,” I replied with a warm smile.
“Perfect,” Amos repeated before cupping my cheek and dragging me back into another numbing kiss.
Chapter 12
Wyatt
Sweat gleamed on my forehead and chest as I set my drumsticks down, breathing in deeply through my nose as my muscles burned from the exertion.
It was addicting, though. Striking the drums with everything I had. It was the best therapy I could ever ask for.
I checked the time on my fitness watch to see that it was almost midnight. I needed to wrap it up in the studio and get some sleep at the ranch house. Good thing all the booths in the studio were sound-proofed. Some of us couldn’t escape the studio until late at night.
Once I closed up the studio and made my way to the house, I quietly opened the front door and stepped inside the dark foyer, making my way to the kitchen for a glass of water. My hands reached out to feel around until I felt the groove of the stove light. I flicked it on, slightly illuminating the kitchen to where I could see most of it. I opened one of the cabinets and reached up for a plastic cup until I heard a creak behind me. I whirled around only to be faced Delilah, who stared at me with wide eyes, her hands up innocently.
“Sorry, I was thirsty,” she whispered.
I relaxed and handed her a cup before grabbing another one for myself.
“You’re up late,” I said.
“So are you. Why are you so sweaty?” Delilah asked with an amused smile on her face.
I smirked a little as I watched her get water from the fridge dispenser, my eyes moving over her sleep shorts and tank top. Even if the lighting was low, I could still see how good her legs looked, how she didn’t wear a bra beneath her top. More and more, it became harder to control my thoughts for her.
She was so curious and passionate about music. That was how I started out. I started playing with Ryder just for fun. Then, I realized I wasn’t that bad at drumming. Soon, I became obsessed with it, letting my intense emotions out in a healthy manner. Loud but healthy.