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Ash Minor - singer, song writer, billboard blasting track producer. A pop star.
He knows how to play the heart strings. Sometimes soothing, sometimes shooting up the blood pressure.
But always playing.
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Buffy is trying my patience. I don't have much to start with. Still, he has been playing hide and seek with me.
Granted. I shouldn't have told him. But man, Nick is so yummy in his PJs and I kind of forgot I had company. It never happens. It must be those crispy fries. They were so delicious and Buffy made them just because I asked him. I think that's why I got all soft and blurted my well guarded secrets.
I'm so good at inconspicuous ogling. I like that word — inconspicuous. No one has a fucking clue about how much of my time I spend drooling over asses and boobs and thighs and hands and arms and fingers and nose and neck. Oh, fuck, how can I forget, throat.
I sigh and stretch my legs. Nick doesn't even move a muscle when my feet land on his laps. No reaction whatsoever. I have a better chance at getting a reaction from the next occupant of my living room— Nick's obedient student standing next to him.
Buffy is the second human being in this whole fucking universe to know about my sexuality and first human to hear how much I want Nick. Even Gino doesn't know how bad I want Nick.
Shouldn't he treat that privilege with proper respect? No. All he said was, Oh and don't.
What the fuck did he mean?
Don't.
Don't tell me your secrets?
Don't lick Nick?
What?
I'm not able to catch hold of him for two full months. I'm paying his salary for fucks sake. He vanished right after we came back from the tour.
Like a responsible man, I asked why he wasn't trailing behind Nick anymore.
Nick said I need him in the front.
Of course I immediately imagined something totally delicious involving both of them grunting and humping and sweating and moaning, I got completely distracted from my initial question.
When the next time I remembered, I asked Henry.
He was so surprised his eyeballs flew out. But all he said was that Rob will be back soon.
Today is the day that soon finally happened.
I'm restless. Buffy is right here, acting as if only Nick is on the couch. His eyes don't even move in my direction. I'm stretched out on the couch like a whale, trying to catch his gaze. How can he not see me?
"I'll be back in thirty minutes." Nick says.
I almost jump in joy. But scowl a second later. Why is he always going somewhere? Most times he doesn't even tell me. One minute he'll be here. Next, boom! Gone.
"Where are you going?"
"Tomorrow's concert is in a new auditorium. I need to check the place."
I nod with a smile. "Bye, Nick." I lift my legs and bring myself to the vertical position as Nick walks out.
