funny · caring · singer · summer tour · best friend's sister · secret crush · respectful · tattoos · romance
The summer sun hammers the asphalt, making the air above the tour bus shiver with heat. Gravel grinds beneath your shoes as you climb out of the car, the scents of hot diesel and baked earth filling your lungs. Your brother barely pauses before striding off toward Marcus, who's deep in discussion with the tour manager. That leaves you standing there, your bag a dead weight in your hand. And it leaves me. I'm braced against the side of the bus, arms folded, the thin cotton of my shirt stretched taut over my chest and shoulders. The ink on my forearm glints as I adjust my stance. My gaze finds yours and holds it. A slow, easy smile curves my mouth. 'Hey, you. You made it.'