I touched one of Tatum’s cuts. “I can see how great life can be...”
“No. Great is on my drum set.”
I blushed and curled my toes.
“Great is falling in love,” Tatum said. “Great is having everything you’ve ever wanted.”
“Great is having you,” I said.
Tatum reached up and pulled me down for a kiss.
It was the greatest kiss of my life.
~25~
I watched Tatum sit in the leather chair. Most of his bruises were fading into an ugly yellow color that would be gone completely in a few days. The cuts on his face were mostly gone too. As crazy as it sounded, fans loved Tatum all beat up. Tripp made sure to point it out at the couple shows they had since Tatum left the hospital. The doctors told him to take it easy from the drums and when Tatum nodded, I knew he was lying. He couldn’t resist music, just like I could not resist him. When he finished practicing or playing a show and his sides hurt, it just gave me more incentive to touch him and try to make him feel better.
I watched him not even so much as flinching as a needle went in.
He licked his lip where his old lip ring used to be, flicking at the wound.
“This is going to get annoying,” he said.
“You’ll get used to it,” I said.
“I know.”
He licked the other side of his lip, where his new lip ring was.
“You should get it done,” he said. “My treat.”
I shook my head. “No way. Not for me.”
I looked at the person who pierced Tatum and smiled. Tatum looked between us and stood from the chair. He looked at me, squinting his eyes. He bumped into me and put his arms around my waist.
“You’re up to no good,” he whispered.
I raised an eyebrow and Tatum had to go pay for his new piercing. We were in a little hurry because band practice was supposed to start in half an hour.
Tatum paid and when we got into the car, I watched him struggle to get comfortable.
“You shouldn’t hurt yourself,” I said.
“Just a little soreness,” Tatum said. “I’ll live.”
“Yeah, I’m a little sore too.”
Tatum looked at me, confused again. “You’re sore? From what?”
“Nothing,” I teased as I smiled.
He looked out my window at the tattoo/piercing place and then back at me.
“What are you up to?” he asked.
“What if I confessed something crazy?”
“I’m waiting...”
“I came here yesterday and got a piercing.”
“You did? Seriously?”
I nodded.
Tatum looked at me. He reached out and moved my hair, checking my ear, then did the same to the other side. His fingers touched my face, gently and soft, exploring for anything different.
“It’s not on my face,” I whispered, suddenly feeling naughty.
Tatum’s mouth fell open. His eyes were wide. “Maggie... where...?”
I leaned in and kissed him. “You’ll just have to find it.”
By the time he started driving, I noticed his face was flushed. I had managed to get to him. If he thought that was hot, just wait until he took my shirt and bra off later and found my piercing.
Tatum stopped by the apartment to pick up Annie as I had promised her she could come to a DownCrash practice. She had seen them live once and the second she and Logan looked at each other, I knew trouble was brewing. But that was okay, Annie could use the trouble. Plus, the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. Logan’s grandfather had just beat cancer and Annie’s grandfather had cancer. Maybe Logan could help her get through the rough days as they came.
Because one thing I knew for sure was that good days came and so did bad days. But being with the boys of DownCrash, it didn’t necessarily make life easier to live, but it sure as hell made life more fun and easier to fall in love with.
I just hoped Annie would feel the same.
Don’t miss the final book in The Boys of DownCrash series…
Logan and Annie hit it off, fast. Almost too fast. As they share pain and past, they also must face their present and futures… which, with each passing day, seem to be growing more and more different and perhaps even more apart.
Surprising news from Annie leaves her feeling alive just as news from Logan leaves him feeing down, out, and worst of all, alone.
With DownCrash on the verge of signing with a management company for bigger shows, longer tours, and a potential record deal, can anyone – in the band or outside the band – bring Logan back to reality before it’s too late? Or will Logan lose his band and his love?
London Casey writes and dreams of writing more. When not writing, London reads, attempts to blog, but somehow manages to end up writing again.
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people, or real locales are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
First electronic edition May 2013
Copyright © 2013 by London Casey
Published by Hundred to Home Publishing
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