When I Think About You

Chapter 21

I bit my lip nervously as I opened the door. I was scared. Terrified, actually. My heart was thumping painfully in my chest and adrenaline pumped through my veins. I let the door shut behind us and sighed in relief when I saw Monte by the door to his room down the hall.

"Ah. There you two are. Everyone's getting breakfast. I told them that the three of us had some musical stuff to talk about. Let's go," Monte rambled, and paused to give us a long look. "Hm. Are you going to tell them?" he asked.

My cheeks burned red and I glanced down at Tommy. He was still melted into my side, looking at the ground with a slight smile on his lips.

"Tommy, why don't you run downstairs and eat something real quick? You shouldn't skip breakfast. I'll be right down, okay?" I felt my cheeks heat up even more as Monte raised an eyebrow. I was talking to him like a child even without thinking. I gave Tommy a gentle squeeze and removed him from my arm, pushing him towards the elevators.

"Take a left on the ground floor and you'll find them," Monte called after Tommy, who was walking slowly to the elevator alcove. Once he was out of sight, Monte's attention snapped back to me.

"What's going on? Be straight with me, man. I stuck my neck way out for you today," he said quietly. His face was as hard as stone but worry shone in his eyes, and he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"You can tell me."

I bit my lip again and looked at my feet awkwardly.

"I don't Know what's going on. I mean yeah, I knew this would change things, but... I don't know." I shifted my weight from one foot to the other and examined my nails. Anything to not have to look into those eyes that oozed concern.

"He was wearing your favorite shirt. I brought you his suitcase for a reason," Monte said, obviously confused.

"Yeah see that's the thing. He wouldn't let me talk him out of it. He's been acting strange all morning." I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on.

"Strange how?"

"I... Don't know how much of it you want to hear... but he's been acting like a little kid, which is weird since we... You know... Of course you do, you saw us this morning. But... Like, in the room, he wouldn't do anything. I had to do everything. He wouldn't even walk. I... I carried him."

Monte chuckled softly. "Sorry, but that's a funny image. Well... I'm not sure what to tell you except to talk to him." He frowned slightly. "If he's all over you in front of anyone, just be cool. It's not abnormal for him to do that kind of stuff jokingly. So just stay calm."

"Yeah I guess. Well he'll probably have a panic attack if we stay gone much longer. Let's head down." I said, and we walked to the elevators.

The second we walked into the breakfast area, I saw Tommy lope over enthusiastically.

"Addy! Hi!" he squealed, hug-tackling me.

I remembered Monte's advice and laughed, ruffling his hair playfully.

"Good morning to you too, Tommy."

"Hey, you guys finally done?" Cam asked, eyeing us warily.

"Yeah we were having musical issues with one part of Fever, our parts were clashing a tiny bit, we made some changes to the timing and we'll see how it sounds at the next sound check," Monte said calmly. God, I was so thankful for him. No one could even doubt him, because after all he WAS the musical director.

"Yeah, we fixed it, hm?" Tommy giggled, peeking up at me from his newfound favorite position of melted against my side. My heart stuttered, but I stayed calm. This boy was going to kill me one day.

"Yup. Cam, LP, I'll let you know if anything needs to change for you guys, but this was just a strumming issue. So I think you'll be fine," I said. "Is everyone done eating?"

They all nodded, and we got our things together to leave. We were doing a sound check today for our concert tomorrow, so we all piled into cars and went to the venue. The day went by quickly, except for Tommy.

I went downstairs and talked with the band while eating some breakfast, but my mind stayed on Adam. What were he and Monte talking about up there?

I was about to go crazy wondering when I saw them walk into the room.

"ADDY! HI!" I yelled and ran to him, pulling myself against him. I just needed to feel his touch. I ached for it. I felt him twitch slightly before calming down and ruffling my hair.

"Good morning to you too, Tommy."

I smiled and held him close and barely noticed Cam staring. She asked something, but I couldn't hear it. All that I heard was my babyboy's heartbeat. Monte was explaining something and he gave me a look that made it obvious that this was our cover story. I listened with feigned interest, and when he was done I said "Yeah, we fixed it, hm?" and peered up at Adam meaningfully. My heart dropped when I gained no reaction from him. After a bit more boring talk, we all left for the venue.

We got acquainted with the stage setup and all the other routine things we had to do at every new venue. I was so bored.

Luckily that was over with fairly quickly, and it came time to do a brief run-through of the set list. Time for me to shine.

I played with as much passion as I could, and I thought it sounded good. The whole band was on fire, excited for the next day's show. I used every excuse to lean up against Adam while playing, or brush against him briefly… anything to touch him. He grew more and more flustered with every touch, and his voice got more raw and sexy. When we finished, the crew all cheered.

"Man, if we play like that tomorrow, we'll knock 'em dead!" LP exclaimed.

"Y… yeah I guess we will," Adam stuttered, still flustered.

Rehearsal couldn't end soon enough. Tommy took every chance to touch me in any way possible. Each moment of contact sent lust shooting through my veins and blood rushing to my face. I prayed that no one else noticed his actions, but several times I caught Monte eyeing me nervously.

As we ended, and everyone jabbered about how great the show was, I just wanted to leave. Go back to the hotel. Be alone. THINK. Everything was so overwhelming.

I sighed with relief as everyone agreed that we were done for the day. I grabbed my bag and headed for the door, hoping against all hope that I would make it to my room unmolested.

Of course, I didn't.

Before I had made it ten feet, Tommy had taken up his usual spot by my side, clutching my arm and babbling happy about something. I felt a blush creep across my cheeks… and my jeans tightened when his hips bumped against mine as we walked.

God… this boy could drive me wild.