Epilogue
epilogue
Three Months Later
I stepped through the tour bus, my Grateful Dead t-shirt hanging loose over my jeans, passing by a bunk where Wells lay napping on his side. On the leather couch, Dilan and Justin sat with headphones on, locked in battle over an Xbox game flashing on the screen across from them.
“Fuck you, Dilan,” Justin said, hammering buttons on his controller.
Dilan let out a belly laugh. “You suck at this game.”
“Shut the hell up!” Wells groaned and rolled onto his back.
Chuckling, I strolled in front of the screen.
“Move.” Justin smacked my side, trying to shove me away.
“It won’t matter if you can see, you still suck.” Dilan grinned as he tilted his controller.
“Shut up. You cheat.” Justin smirked at him.
“Both of you, God help me, shut up.” Wells huffed and flopped onto his side again.
I stepped past them and glanced out the window, watching the endless stretch of flat land and scrub brush roll by. Southern Texas. At least it wasn’t raining. But what really caught my attention was Micah, sitting at the tour bus’s table, absorbed in his laptop. His black t-shirt hugged his slender body. A pair of AirPods tucked in his ears and his gaze locked onto the screen as if no one else in the world existed.
Sliding into the booth beside him, I draped my arm around his shoulders. “Hey.”
He smirked, but didn’t look away from his screen. “What do you want? I’m working.”
I glanced at the laptop screen, a chaotic mess of semi-colons, words, numbers, and indents that made zero sense to me. “What the hell is that?”
Pulling out an AirPod, he squinted at me. “Code.” He gave me a pointed look. “Don’t you have music to write?”
“I can’t. Dilan and Justin are too loud.” Honestly, I had better things in mind. Sliding my hand up his thigh, I leaned in. “Can’t we go to the back?” I raised a brow and flicked my tongue over my lower lip.
With a sigh, his fingers paused on the keyboard. “Ash, I have a conference call in fifteen minutes, and I have to get this done.”
“Please?” I pressed a kiss to his neck, fluttering my tongue against his earlobe.
“Damn you.” A grin tugged at his lips. “Let me take this call first.”
Good enough. I sprawled across the booth, my head resting on his lap, tucking my hands under my cheek as I closed my eyes.
“You’re going to make this difficult for me, aren’t you?” He glanced at me.
“They can’t see me down here.” I nestled closer.
Micah tucked his AirPods back in with a warning glare. “Don’t do anything funny down there, so it looks like I’m not working.”
“I’ll be good.” A deep, satisfied warmth settled over me. For the first time in a long time, I had everything I wanted. And Micah was here to share it with me. Neither of us would ever be alone.
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