Chapter Twenty-Two Eternally Yours
Chapter Twenty-Two:
Eternally Yours
Bash
I can’t even string words together as I spill my load down my girl’s throat, a deep groan leaving me that’s drowned out by the thud of music.
Adrenaline pumps through my system so violently I struggle to stay focused, but she knows exactly what I need. She always does.
She placed one hand on my bouncing leg and ordered everyone out of my dressing room, falling to her knees before the door even clicked shut.
We’re headlining a festival tonight, and the nerves of something going wrong always fucks with me, but right now as I pet Alaina’s face and catch my breath, I don’t feel anything but her. “I love you.”
She’s the only person in the world I’ve ever said those words to, and they feel so fucking good to say, but almost even better to hear back.
“I love you,” she parrots. “You’re gonna have a blast tonight, baby. Just remember you’re fucking good at this and festivals are your playground.”
“I love how wild everyone is, the energy is everything.” Helping her to her feet, I kiss her lips and inhale her hair. “Are you ready to watch me on stage for the first time since I became yours?”
I was always hers, we just didn’t know it yet.
“You have no idea. I basically get to see you live for the first time all over again,” she admits.
“The first time, I didn’t know who you were, I just liked your music.
The second, I knew exactly who you were but you didn’t remember me yet.
And now? I get to know who you are, love your music, and know you’re mine. ”
God, I’m fucking obsessed with her. “I like how you say things,” I admit, kissing her again because I can’t help it. “You always make me feel on top of the world.”
“That’s where you belong. Now get out there and bring everyone else to the top of the world with you.”
Grinning, I nuzzle into her neck with a playful growl, and then slap her ass when she begins to walk away. “I better hear you scream for me.”
Turning to smirk at me over her shoulder, she offers me two words. “You first.”
I wink at her because I know it makes her weak, and then watch her leave.
These last few months with her have solidified the fact that I’ve been searching for her my whole life. My ghost girl bled into my lyrics whether I realized it or not:
“My safe space is colder without you.”
“Have you forgotten me?”
“I can protect you now.”
“We should have run away, or held each other in the flames.”
“My only moods are grey and blue.”
All were lines I screamed at the end of my most painful tracks that no one truly understood.
She seeped into my bones and left a yearning behind that made me want to smother it with alcohol, but not anymore.
The yearning I feel is much different now, and she cures it with every touch, hell, every fleeting glance she bestows upon my unworthy being.
Chuckling, I store that away to use on her later, ditch the Downtown Abbey romantic thoughts and remember where the fuck I am. Who the fuck I am. Thousands of people are out there waiting for me, and the most important one in the world is going to be watching my every move. I need to kill it.
So I will.
After a deep breath, I make my way out of my room, joining the rest of my band as we line up near the stage. “Are you fuckers awake?”
They shove me playfully and begin to file out, the crowd growing louder as they spot each member through the fog heading to their spot on the stage.
When it’s my turn, I wait until the intro music reaches its crescendo and yell for everyone to get on their fucking feet just as I make my entrance, fireworks and screams erupting in tandem to fuel my soul and everything else fades away.
This is what I was made for.
I spot my girl before the opening track: Death By Splintered Wood is finished and watch her sing my lyrics back to me, something inside me settling into place at the sight. I’m going to marry this woman.
As promised I kill it, and in the end the entire festival screams for me so loud I can’t even hear myself as I try to thank them.
I promised them I’d give them a night to remember, and based on the noise, I can confidently say I delivered.
But one woman’s screams can be heard over the rest, and suddenly I want everyone here to know she’s mine.
I went down and flirted with her a couple times, but that isn’t enough.
I don’t want there to be speculation or rumors about it, I need them all to know.
As my bandmates toss out their guitar picks and Levi tosses out a couple drumheads, the crowd finally quiets enough for me to talk to them. “Hey, ghost girl. Come here.”
I wave at security to go help her and she waves them off with a laugh, squeezing through and climbing up the front of the stage like a spider monkey. Taking a bow when a few people cheer, she stands tall and wraps an arm around me. “Hi.”
“Hi,” I say only for her, then kiss her lips as I hold up my hand to wave goodbye to the crowd. These photos will be everywhere before I even get backstage, and I smile knowing the world will soon know I’m officially hers.
Taking her hand, I drag her offstage with me and grin at her over my shoulder when we’re out of view. “I hope you’re ready for everything that comes with what I just did.”
Paparazzi will follow us around and try to use the past to hurt us, but we’ve got a handle on that shit. Alaina is solid. “Ahh, let them come. It’s not like we’ve really made a secret of it, I mean... we live together.”
That’s true. She asked me to stay and we’ve been glued together ever since.
If anyone was paying attention, this isn’t news, but the ones who weren’t sure just got their questions answered.
And it felt damn good to do it. I wanted to show her off.
“Thank you for finding me,” I add as I tug her to face me.
“When we were kids, when you came to my show... we came together because of you.”
“You gave me something worth chasing,” she says simply, rocking up on her toes to kiss me. “And I can’t say you don’t come with perks.”
“Are you using me for my body, baby girl?” I reply teasingly, lifting her up so I can carry her to my dressing room. “Or is it for my french toast? It’s the breakfast, isn’t it?”
“It’s definitely for the breakfast, and the constant entertainment of watching Levi ruin poor little Sidney. Do you think Sid will ever admit to anyone else how he feels?”
Chuckling, I kiss her neck and pin her against the door as soon as we enter.
“Probably not. He’ll suffer in silence before he admits he’s dying.
I used to be like that too, and he’s the one that told me not to bottle shit in.
Funny how we rarely take our own advice, huh?
We should make it our mission to get them together before the next tour. ”
“Or, we could find someone better for him,” she offers. “Someone who won’t take advantage of him and play his little heart like a fiddle.”
She loves Levi so I know she’s mostly kidding, but she’s also got a point.
I fear Sidney moving on will cause Levi to spiral to a place there’s no coming back from, but there’s always the possibility that it would do the opposite.
“Maybe. If he wanted Sid he’d fight for him and nothing would stand in his way.
It might be what he needs to wake his ass up. ”
“Maybe. I just want them both to be happy. Hell, I want all of them to find what we have.”
“Me too.” But enough about them, I’m on top of the world with my whole world in my arms, and I don’t want to waste a second of it. “We have something pretty special, baby girl. I’m never letting you go.”
“Is that a threat?” she gasps playfully, covering her heart with her ring-less hand. I really have to change that soon. “How dare you.”
“Threat, declaration, promise, it’s all of the above. I’ll dare as long as there’s air in my lungs, Alaina. You’re mine.”
I crash my lips to hers and let the world around us fade away. I used to demand solitude after a show so I could bring myself back down to earth and let the chemicals subside, but now all of my chemicals are drawn to her. I don’t want to be alone anymore, I want to be alone with her.
I think it’s time we build ourselves a treehouse.