EPILOGUE
The roar of the audience filled the night, the strains of an electric guitar and the deep primal beat of the drums the perfect accompaniment.
I sat on an amp to the side of the stage, watching it all.
Sweat dripped from Adam’s long lanky frame, the smile on his face all-encompassing.
Until he turned my way, that is. Then it got bigger, better, as he blew me a kiss.
“Thank you, Berlin!” He held his guitar aloft, starting on the opening of Mine.
My new personal favorite from his next album.
Not so much a love song as a having-sex-with-my-girlfriend-makes-me-very-happy kind of song.
Each and every track on the album was about me and how I made him feel—in ninety-nine percent positive terms. Every couple had the occasional fight, after all.
In the three weeks we’d been on tour, things had been nonstop.
Shows, promotion, and travel filled up almost every day.
Occasionally, he’d get a morning or afternoon off to go sightseeing with me.
Or we’d manage to slip away for a romantic dinner out somewhere.
The other night, he’d wrapped a guitar string around my ring finger and tied it off before slipping it into his pocket.
A measurement of my finger’s circumference.
Paris was in a few days. I had a really good feeling about France.
A scary large level of commitment that thrilled me as well.
There was no turning back now. Not for me and apparently not for him either.
He finished up the song, and the crowd roared some more. When they started stamping their feet it sounded like thunder.
“Goodnight!” Adam raised a hand, giving his guitar to a roadie and coming toward me with a grin. “Hey.”
“Hey,” I answered back, smacking a kiss on his sweaty face. “That was amazing.”
“Eh. That was fun. You’re amazing.”
“You going to the festival afterparty?” asked Martha, appearing out of nowhere as was her way. The woman had skills. “There’re a few people I wouldn’t mind introducing you to.”
“We’ve got plans,” he said with no hesitation.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “I don’t mind either way.”
He just shook his head, slipping a hand around to the back of my neck and giving it a squeeze. Odds were, I knew exactly what our plans were, and I couldn’t wait.
Martha just shrugged. Then she shot me a sly smile. “Have fun, kids.”
Adam leaned in, resting his forehead against mine. “Dinner. Bath. Fucking. Lots of fucking. Maybe even some lovemaking. We’ll see how we go for time.”
“Sounds good.”
“I love you, you know?”
I smiled. “I know. I love you too.”
His big frame relaxed at the words like it had undone something within him. “Got another song in mind for the album.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. It’s a love song.”
“You’ve written a lot of them lately.”
His gaze warmed even more. “And I show no signs of stopping. It’s a beautiful thing, baby.”
“It is, Adam. It really is.”
THE END