While Kiera and I were pretty snuggly at home, we kept our distance at work. I didn’t want people to gossip about her, and I didn’t want Evan to question me about her. I didn’t want people to think about us one way or the other. Plus, our intimate moments of connection were private. Nobody needed to know about them but us. The only time I even touched her more than a casual acquaintance might was when Griffin started a dance fest in the bar and made a move on her. Then I intervened.
I did feel guilty whenever Denny called; he wouldn’t like what was going on behind his back. And listening to Kiera talk to him was a painful reminder that everything between Kiera and me was temporary. Things would change the minute Denny returned. She would cuddle with him, not me, and that was the way it should be. But still, every day there was a clock ticking in my brain, warning me that all of this was stopping soon, and I should end it now before I got too attached. Too late for that though; I was already addicted to being near her.
“I don’t feel like going home. Let’s go kick it at Kellan’s.”
Hearing my name, I lifted my head to stare at Griffin. He was smiling at me and nodding, like the suggestion he’d just made was the most profound statement ever spoken by a human being. We’d just played a gig downtown, and Evan and I were struggling to load Evan’s drum into Griffin’s van. We set it down with a grunt, and I tried my best to keep the irritation off my face. So far, Griffin’s contribution to “cleaning up” had consisted of playing air guitar and signing autographs. Unsolicited autographs.
“Why my place? We have to take this crap back to Evan’s, we could just hang there.”
Evan clapped my shoulder in answer. “Can’t. I’ve got a date, man.”
I blinked at him in surprise. “It’s two in the morning.”
He shrugged as he moved some cymbals into position. “Time waits for no one, Kell.”
I frowned as I considered how true that statement was. “Okay, well…Kiera will be asleep by the time we get back there, so you two will have to be quiet.” I pointed at Matt and Griffin. Matt shrugged; Griffin rubbed his palms together while a maniacal smile grew on his face. I shifted my attention to just him. “If you so much as open her door, I’ll kick your ass.”
Griffin frowned, then pouted. “Your sense of bandmateship is skewed. Aren’t we supposed to share everything?” He shrugged.
Evan, Matt, and I answered him at the same time. “No.”
Evan and I laughed while Matt added, “No one wants to share anything you’ve got, cuz. In fact, you should probably share a little less, so that crap doesn’t spread throughout all of Seattle.”
Griffin gave Matt a dour glare. “You’re so fucking funny my sides hurt.”
With a completely straight face, Matt told him, “Syphilis is no laughing matter, dude.”
Griffin looked around for something to toss at his cousin, but the only thing near him was his guitar. He settled on kicking a pebble on the street toward Matt’s general vicinity. “I don’t have that shit. I’m totally fucking clean, man. I just got tested last week.” While Matt laughed at him, Griffin frowned in confusion. “And why the fuck would I have that? I drink orange juice every day.”
We all stopped what we were doing and stared at him, dumbfounded. What the hell was he talking about? Matt was the one who figured it out first. Leaning over he was laughing so hard, he sputtered, “Syphilis, dumbass. Not scurvy.”
Griffin still looked confused, but Evan and I were laughing hysterically at this point too. Griffin flipped us off, then stormed to the driver’s seat to pout while we finished putting everything away. So much for bandmateship.
We dropped our stuff off, then headed to my place. As a precaution, I made Griffin tiptoe as he entered my house; he was generally about as quiet as a freight train. He glared at me as he exaggerated small footsteps. When those footsteps started leading him upstairs, I snapped my fingers and pointed at the ground. “I have to pee,” he whispered.
I pointed down the hallway that led past my kitchen. “Use the other one.”
He stood up straight. “You have another bathroom?”
Rolling my eyes, I shoved him in the right direction. Matt and I grabbed ourselves some beer from the fridge. Griffin grabbed one when he was done peeing, then made a beeline for my TV. Matt and I exchanged shrugs and followed him. We made ourselves comfortable, Matt on the chair, me on the couch, and sipped our beers while Griffin looked for something smutty to watch.
Griffin was still flipping through the channels when he suddenly twisted his head and looked back at the stairs. “Kiera! Hey, sex kitty! Nice PJs.”
Turning to look, I saw Kiera stepping off the last stair. Just as Griffin had said, she was in her pajamas, with a wild case of bed head. She looked worn, maybe a little upset too. One of us, aka Griffin, must have woken her up. Oops. She seemed a little unsure if she should continue into the living room, but it was too late at this point. Griffin had spotted her.
I gave her an apologetic smile. “Hey, sorry. We didn’t mean to wake you.”
She shrugged her shoulders as she slowly walked toward us. “You didn’t…bad dream.”
I mentally frowned, wondering what her dream had been about. Hoping she didn’t want to go right back to bed, I gave her a smile and lifted my bottle. “Beer?” Even though it was late, I’d love to spend some time with her. Maybe I could take her mind off her nightmare.
“Sure.”
Delighted, I headed to the kitchen to grab her one. She was still standing when I got back, so I nodded to the couch. Still irritated at his lack of good porn, Griffin sat down at the same time. He took the spot closest to the table so he could set his beer down and really concentrate on his smut surfing. Before I could even wonder if Kiera would want to sit next to him, she darted over to the far cushion. With an amused shake of my head, I took the middle seat. I could have safely bet money that Kiera wouldn’t willingly sit by Griffin.
I sat down as close to her as possible. She cuddled right into my side, like she belonged there. Pulling her feet up, she angled her legs into me. Wanting to touch her and keep her warm, I wrapped an arm around her legs. I probably wouldn’t have if Evan were here with us, but luckily for me, he had a date. I playfully bumped Kiera’s shoulder, and she smiled before she rested her head against my shoulder. I almost sighed in contentment. Heaven.
Now that he didn’t have to be quiet, Griffin broke the silence. “You know, I’ve been thinking.”
Matt let out a Here we go groan and Kiera laughed; it was a beautiful sound. Griffin continued undaunted. “When this band breaks up…” Kiera lifted her head, surprised that Griffin would say that. I wasn’t. I’d heard a few of his “after the band” talks. His last post-D-Bags idea had been vagina waxer, so I was kind of curious what he was dreaming about doing now.
“I think I’ll do God-rock,” he finished.
Kiera spat out her beer and started coughing. I’d heard worse from Griffin, but I rolled my eyes and shook my head anyway. Matt turned to Griffin with a blank expression. “God-rock…you? Really.”
With his eyes still glued on the TV, Griffin smiled. “Yeah! All those hot, horny virgins. Are you kidding me?”
Griffin finally settled on something to watch while Kiera took long draws off her beer. The show Griffin had chosen was a typical Griffin choice. There was a guy ramming it into a girl who was moaning and groaning like his wild thrusting actually felt good. It must have been some space-themed porn, because they were going at it on the bridge of a starship. And for some odd reason, they were both wearing helmets that I assumed were meant to be used in outer space. Why they had them on indoors made no sense…
While I was being distracted by an inconsequential detail, Kiera beside me was staring into her beer like she’d dropped something important down the bottleneck. Wondering if she was okay with this ridiculous movie, I watched her curiously for a second.
Her cheeks were flushed with color, showing through in even the relatively dim lighting of the room. She was embarrassed, that much was clear. Had she not noticed the stupid antennas on the helmets? She wouldn’t be nearly as self-conscious if she saw how silly it all was. But she obviously couldn’t get past the intimacy of the sex act being performed.
Wanting to give her an out, I leaned over and asked, “Are you uncomfortable?”
She immediately shook her head. With how hard she shook it, I could tell she didn’t want me to think this bothered her. I didn’t know why it mattered to her what I thought about it. If she wanted to leave, I understood. Watching people have sex was odd. Hot, but odd.
I started picturing Kiera in the scene. Without the weird green people and stupid helmets though. I pictured her alone…with me. I imagined kissing her ear, licking her neck, sucking on her nipple. I imagined it was my fingers sliding inside her body, feeling how wet she was, how ready she was for me…I took a sip of my beer, ran my tongue over my lower lip, then, wishing it was Kiera touching me, I dragged my teeth over the sensitive skin. God, this stupid porn was making me hard. I should stop watching it, and I should definitely stop thinking about Kiera that way.