"There’s no one but you. There hasn't been anyone, since you’ve been back, and even a few months before that. There won't be anyone but you. You got me?" I make it perfectly clear and lay it on the line for her.
With her being drunk, I know we will have to have another talk tomorrow, but I don't want her going to bed and stewing on this making it into something it isn't.
She looks up at me unsure, almost fearful to believe me, but I stay strong for us both. She’s scared and has been hurt before. I'm not backing down and plan to prove to her that I can be the man she needs.
Finally, her eyes drop, and she nods.
"Good, now let's get you back to the bus, so you can sleep this off," I tell her.
I pull my phone out and shoot a text off to Landon.
Me: Hey, I have Austin. I'm going to take her to the bus. Maybe wait an hour, before coming in? She's still really mad at you, and I think it's best to just let her get to sleep.
Landon: Okay. I’ll hang out here and do some damage control. I'll talk to her in the morning.
Me: Go easy on her. She's hurt, even if she went about it the wrong way. I'll text you, once she's asleep.
I put my phone back in my pocket and look back at Austin. She has been watching me with this questioning look on her face.
"You good to walk?" I ask her.
She just nods, but I put my arm around her waist anyway and head out to the bus with her. The security guy walks out with us, and then opens the bus door for me, while I help get her inside.
"Need help getting ready for bed?" I ask her.
She looks like she’s considering it, before she shakes her head no and goes to her bunk.
Sitting on the couch, gives me the best view of the bathroom door, and I wait for her to come out.
What a mess. It's been hell this last week staying away from her, and it looks like it did no good. In fact, if anything, it made it all worse. It's not like I enjoyed myself this week. I've spent the last week contacting the girls I used to just call up for a quickie any time I wanted. I didn't owe them anything, but I wanted to end it and tell them I was seeing someone.
Austin deserves that, so no one thinks they have a claim on me but her. There were about eight different girls that I used to call, a few from our popular stops, and two more back in Nashville. Most of them didn't care; a few asked me why I even bothered.
One seemed upset and said she had no problem being my side piece and could keep things under wraps. Sadly, she was also one of the ones in Nashville. I wasn't so nice to her, making it very clear I wanted nothing more to do with her. She never seemed clingy or attached before, but she was also the one I'd take as a date, if I needed to have one for a record event. I guess, she read too much into it.
It took me three days to call them all, and it really drained me. After that, I just felt dirty. Austin didn't seem to care about my past, but at some point, we'd have to sit down and talk about it. It needs to happen, before I ever get her to bed. If I ever get that chance.
When she comes out of the bathroom, she walks towards me.
"Can we cuddle just until I fall asleep? I'm still mad at you, but I missed you." She asks, as she looks down at her feet. Her voice is tiny, and she looks so vulnerable right now.
There’s no way I'd tell her no. Any time I can get with her, I’ll take. I won't stay away anymore. Not if it hurts her like this.
"Of course," I tell her and sit back on the couch. I grab the TV remote, put on one of the mountain men TV shows, and then lay down on the couch.
She grabs a blanket and lays down facing me and buries her face into my chest. I cover us both up with the blanket and tuck her head under my chin. I wrap one arm under her and run my hand through her hair. I know this is the easiest way to calm her. It always has been, since we were kids. I rest my other hand on her hip and hold her close.
No words are spoken; we just lay there, soaking each other in. Being this close to her, is making my cock hard, and I don't try to hide it. I want her to know what she does to me. Though, I won't let anything happen tonight, not while she has been drinking. I hope tomorrow in the light of day she still wants to give us a chance. If it's the last thing I do, I’ll make this up to her.
Austin relaxes in my arms and her breathing gets even, so I know she's asleep, but I still lie there and soak her in. My phone goes off in my pocket, and I carefully pull it out without waking her.
Landon: You guys make it to the bus okay? She still mad?
Me: We made it. She's almost asleep and seems to have calmed down. I think she's more hurt than anything. I pulled back, because I wanted you guys to work it out, but I hadn't realized you pulled back, too.
Landon: Shit. So, now she thinks we both have been ignoring her all week?
Me: Pretty much.
Landon doesn't know about the real reason I pulled back. He doesn't know about me calling the girls and ending it, and my plans to move forward with Austin. I've thought about this a lot, and I
