Page 37 of Guarding the Rock Star
“What?”
She gave me a small smile. “You know, like in ‘Love, Actually’?”
“I have no idea what that is,” I told her.
“It’s a movie. Then I thought, what if I showed up in a trench coat holding a boom box over my head?” she said.
I walked slowly towards her, desperate to be closer to her and believing for the first time in days that maybe this would all work out.
“Do they make boom boxes anymore?” I asked.
“Apparently not. Besides, you wouldn’t know what song I was playing anyway, unless I was blaring Mozart or something. And nothing about a piano sonata screams ‘grand gesture’ to me.”
I smirked. “I don’t need a grand gesture, Tasha.”
“You don’t?”
“No,” I said. “I just need you. But I also need to know that you’ve thought about our differences. I’m older than you and we lead very different lives. It won’t be easy to be together.”
“I don’t want easy, I want you,” she said, reflecting my words back at me.
I flew towards her, pressing her back against the side of the Town Car, kissing her like we’d been separated for years instead of a couple of days. When I pulled back, we were both breathless.
“I love you,” I told her, pressing my forehead against hers and staring into her eyes. This close, I could see the little flecks of green in with the brown of her iris.
“I love you too,” she said. “Lois said you have the rest of the day off. How about we spend it naked in my penthouse?”
“You talked to Lois?” I asked in surprise.
Tasha nodded. “She said, and I quote, ‘that damn vamp ain’t doin’ any work anyway, you might as well get her out of here’ so I took a chance.”
As we pulled apart, I picked up the stuffed animal she’d dropped on the ground.
“Is this a stuffed bat?” I asked with a laugh.
“Yes.”
“You know that I can’t actually turn into a bat, right?”
“Did you want me to give you a bear?” she asked. “That seemed a little too cuddly of a gift for you.”
I couldn’t help but grin at her weird reasoning. “How about we get home, and I’ll give you a gift of my own?”
“Is it orgasms?” she asked with an answering smile.
“Yep.” I popped the ‘p’ for emphasis.
Tasha practically ripped the door open. “Nate, take us home please. Fast!”
Tasha
One year later...
“You were wonderful!”
I rushed into Wanda’s arms and despite the fact that I was gross and sweaty, she picked me up into her arms and swung me around in a circle, my feet leaving the ground and swinging behind me.
“I can’t believe this was your first rock concert,” I said as my feet returned to the ground.
