I unfolded out of my bunk, almost falling on my ass when I tripped over a pair of shoes that Chance left in the middle of the hall. He always left his shit lying all over the place. I picked the shoes up off the floor and flung them down the hall, not caring where they landed. It was bad enough that I had a hangover from hell; I didn’t need to fall and break my damn arm. They would be shit out of luck without a bass player. Stumbling into the bathroom, I took a piss and thought about how I was going to handle seeing Honesty after leaving her in the middle of the night. I wouldn't blame her if she cut my nuts off and handed them to me. I could hear voices through the thin walls, so I knew there were a few of them moving about. I gave it a shake and flushed before heading toward the front of the bus to join the others. Levi and Chance were sitting at the small table with their heads together looking at something on the laptop, while Honesty sat on the small sofa, reading a book.

"Morning sunshine," she said to me without looking up. "Well, it's not actually morning by now, it's after eight."

I scrubbed my hands over my face in an attempt to wake myself up. Grabbing a beer and some pain reliever, I took a seat next to her on the sofa. Bad move on my part. Her sweet smell of vanilla and jasmine wrapped around me and I had to resist the urge to reach out and touch her. She was the last person I had thought of last night, and the first person to enter my mind this morning. I was getting hard just thinking about her soft silky skin against my fingers. Everything about her turned me on. I thought it would be uncomfortable seeing her that morning. I expected her to ignore me, or maybe even throw something at me, but she acted as if nothing ever happened between us. I was not sure how I felt about that. In a way, it was a blow to my ego, and in another, it was perfect. No awkwardness. No uncomfortable looks.

Perfect.

Honesty

I dropped my suitcase alongside the small table inside the hotel room. There was nothing more that I wanted than a hot shower. I stripped out of my dirty jeans and t-shirt, taking advantage of having a bathroom to myself. No guys to leave the toilet seat up or their dirty towels lying on the bathroom floor. Nope. All mine. I stood underneath the hot spray, letting it rain down on my stiff muscles. I was stiff from hours riding on a bus.

I forced myself to get out once I noticed that my fingers had started to prune. I wrapped one of the extra-large towels around my torso and then ran a comb through my wet hair. I stepped into my room with full intentions of putting on a t-shirt and crawling into to bed, but when I checked my phone, there was a message from Jinx; letting me know that we were going to check out the venue and then go someplace for dinner. I honestly didn’t know how these guys were able to keep going. You would think they would slow down to rest at some point, but I've yet to see that happen. I sighed heavily, grabbed my suitcase and tossed it on the bed. I grabbed my favorite pair of faded jeans, the ones with the holes in the knees, and a purple halter top. I dried my hair and decided to leave it down. I applied a little foundation, some mascara, and a shimmer of lip gloss before stepping into a pair of silver wedge sandals. I sent Jinx a quick text to let him know that I was on my way, before walking out, the door locking behind me.

Linc

Our tour manager called ahead and reserved a table for us at the Tipsy Turtle Bar and Grill. It was an average sports bar with TVs and sports memorabilia hanging on the walls. We were escorted to a large booth in the far corner of the place and, unless you walked back to the corner, you would have never known we were there; it was fairly private. That night, I was thankful for the privacy. Don't get me wrong, we loved the fans, they were the reason we did what we did, but sometimes it was nice to go unnoticed. You never realize how much you take for granted, like a nice dinner out, until you have your night interrupted by ten-plus women, crowding around your table, asking you to autograph their tits or offering themselves up for the night. The waitress brought our drinks to the table and took our food order, before turning and walking back toward the server kiosk across the room. It was then that I noticed a busty redhead eyeing me from the bar. She uncrossed her legs and turned in my direction. She was wearing a black spandex dress and, from where I was sitting, I could see that she was not wearing underwear.

Damn. I gave her my cocky grin and winked when I noticed Honesty following my line of vision to the redhead. She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth and her eyes dropped to where her hands were on the table. She obviously saw the exchange between the other woman and myself. Did I feel bad about it? Yes. Would it keep me from hitting on the redhead? Probably not. It was better that she realized now that all the things her brother had been telling her about me were true. We were not a couple. We had sex, exceptionally good sex, but that's all. It was best that she realized this now rather than later, when she may be too attached to let go.

"Where are we going when we leave here? I'm ready to hit a club and get shitfaced," Chance asked, lifting his beer, taking a big gulp.

"I'll find us a place to go." Levi pulled his cell from his pocket and began to search for clubs in the area.

"Always gotta break the city in right!" Jinx lifted his bottle in the air as if he was making a toast. Once everyone agreed on the next destination, we decided to head over.

"I gotta take a leak," I told them. I hung back as the guys and Honesty walked toward the front of the restaurant. I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and take a leak and a much needed bump to get me through the night. I thought about the woman at the bar and how easy it would be to take her back to my room for the night, but something didn’t feel right about it. When I thought about having sex with someone, it was Honesty’s face that I saw. That had never happened to me before. I had never been so caught up in a woman that I couldn’t even imagine myself having sex with anyone else.

That’s fucked up. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I did know that I saw the look of hurt and disappointment on her face when she saw me looking at the redhead, and it about did me in. It killed me to know that it hurt her. I thought the best thing I could do would be to just go back to the room and drink myself into oblivion alone. It wouldn’t be the first time I’d done that and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last.

When I left the restroom, I avoided walking by the redhead and headed straight for the front door, with full intentions of telling the guys that I was going back to my room for the night. However, once I had made it outside, I didn’t see Honesty anywhere.

"Where's Honesty?" I asked while scanning the sidewalk for any sign of her.

"She wasn't feeling well. Said she had a headache and was going to turn in for the night," Chance responded as he pulled a bag of Skittles out of his pocket, tearing it open. As the guys began to climb into the back of the limo, I made my decision; I wouldn’t be going back to my room. I would be going to hers.

"I'll catch up with you guys in a bit," I told them. Levi looked at me and rolled his eyes. I could tell that Jinx wanted to say something, but held his tongue. I guess he was actually trying to respect Honesty and give her some space.

Finally. I grabbed a cab and headed back to the hotel, avoiding any stalking fans this time. I took the elevator up to the fifth floor and straight to her door. I was sure she thought I was with the redhead, so I was not surprised when she answered the door in a faded t-shirt and cotton shorts. The look of surprise on her face confirmed my suspicion.