I sighed loudly as I adjusted my bag on my shoulder. We were getting off the plane. It was too early in the morning to even begin to think straight. We were at the start of another tour around the country. Which meant there was a bus awaiting us outside. I hated going on the bus. The bus meant being so close to him for too long a period of time. A man can only take so much torture before cracking or breaking down, which ever came first.
I mean, I know it's not right. I tried ignoring it. Brushing it off as simply spending way too much time together. But the problem was I was worse off when he wasn't around. He's all I dream about, he's all I think about. I just can't get him off my mind and it's driving me insane.
"Hey," he called out catching up to me.
My pulse immediately quickened. My breathing labored. "Hey," I answered back as evenly as I could.
He smiled. Even those teeth are fucking sexy. It's gone too far when even his smile gives you a hard on. Makes you picture yourself ripping off his clothes and fucking him right then and there. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was suddenly dry.
"Need any help?" He asked pointing to me. I froze and followed the direction of his finger. Please tell me he didn't see the tent that's now my pants.
Oh. Help. As in my bags. My guess is he probably had his on the bus already.
It was as though I was gathering my thoughts to make a damn speech, I just couldn't form coherent words around him. "I got it, thanks."
He shrugged and smiled once more, sending my heart into overdrive before he jogged up the stairs, into the bus. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. This was silly. I could so handle this. I raked a shaking hand through my hair before I stepped into the bus. Here goes nothing.