Everything I Need by Natalie Barnes Page A

seat. I need to pass out, but I can’t. Just thinking about her keeps me from wanting to.
    Caleb sits down beside me, still with that shit-eating grin on his face. Annoyed at what I know he wants to say, I close my eyes and pretend that I’m trying to sleep. That still doesn’t stop him.
    “Fucking shit crazy, huh?”
    Opening my right eye, I squint over at him. What the fuck is he getting at? I close my eye again but Caleb continues like he doesn’t take the fucking hint.
    “So, what are you gonna do?”
    Still ignoring him, I cross my arms over my chest and recline a little more. This is the same jet we used last time we were all together. Each sofa is on opposite sides of the jet, which is good for me. I can stretch my legs out without having another seat blocking me in front, but I still have to pull them in when somebody wants to walk by.
    I hear Gunner and Dave complaining about the lights in the plane still being on and that they wanna crash in the spare room. No fucking way, I told them guys. I have a shit ton of fucking mistakes to make up for with my girl, and at least she can sleep in a comfortable spot without having to be around all of us this early in the morning.
    I’m pulling my sleeves up to my elbows because I’m itching to punch Caleb in the face for not keeping his damn mouth shut. All of a sudden, I feel him nudge me in the side. When I turn my head, I’m locked directly into Sophia’s gaze.
    She’s standing there frozen like a deer, checking everything out. I can tell she’s uncomfortable. God damn, she’s fine. Her hair is messy and hanging off her shoulders, probably from the wind, and her jeans are tight as hell. But what really gets my attention is that I can see her tight, sexy as hell stomach. Fuck me! I can feel my cock twitch just at the sight of her.
    She looks around at everything and everyone besides me, and that kind of pisses me off to no end. Letting out a breath, she starts to make her way down the aisle. I slowly move my legs out of the way, but I don’t tuck them back. I don’t want to seem too vulnerable and shit. She looks down for only a moment and steps over them. I want to get up and show her the door to her room, but I’m not a pussy, either. She’s gonna have to meet me halfway. She just doesn’t know it yet.
    After she looks around again, Caleb speaks up.
    “Hey, Sophia. I saved you the room back there,” he gestures with his thumb. “I thought you would be needing a place to crash since when we get there, we’re going right at it in the studio.”
    He gives her this big, cheesy-ass grin, the piercings on his lip getting in the way. Motherfucker! I was the one that demanded the room be off limits. Sophia turns to him and gives him a knockout smile that literally stops my heart. Son of a bitch!
    “Thank you,” is all she says in the softest voice I have ever heard her use.
    Caleb smiles back at her and she turns toward the room. She stops suddenly and glances over her shoulder at me, and that’s when I fucking know. She feels it, too. Her eyes don’t have ice in them anymore; instead, it’s pain. The look in those eyes right now tears my fucking heart apart.
    She recovers quickly and goes back to the spare room, saying hello to rest of the guys before closing the door behind her. I want to go in there and grab her so fucking badly, but I know right now is not the best time. I rub my heads roughly down my face to come to.
    “Ahem . . .” Caleb clears his throat.
    Lounging back, I shift my eyes over to him but keep my face still. I don’t get a good look at him in my peripheral vision. Caleb leans into me and speaks quietly so the other guys won’t hear.
    “Aren’t you gonna go and say something, man?”
    What the . . .? I glare at him, and he shrugs.
    “Whatever, Tristan. If you want to do it the strung out way, be my fucking guest. But all that’s going to do is make this shit that much more of a hell for you than it really needs to be.”
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