Save Me (Rock Romance #4) by A. L. Wood

foresee us jumping back into bed again let alone being something more than friends.
    “Are you serious?” I ask. There’s no fucking way he means this.
    “Why not? We have great sex, you’ll be on tour with us for two months at least. It’s convenient, and I can make a new friend.” He says dead serious.
    “I’m not sure. This, you and I and sex, could already have repercussions for me with this tour. I’m not willing to risk my career, for you, for anyone, not even for great sex.” Not even for me, I say to myself.
    “Listen, I’m not talking about a relationship here. Sex. No strings. You don’t owe me any explanations or disclosures, I don’t owe you any either. I won’t ask questions, you don’t ask questions. No double standards. We’ll set boundaries in place. No promising exclusivity. No expectations. Simple.”
    Well, when you put it that way Gage.
    “No. I’m sorry, I can’t. A simple, quick hook-up whatever, okay. It might happen, I might stop it, I might not. But I am not sitting here planning out our friends with benefits plan. Not happening.”
    Anger. That’s what he has me feeling, I don’t know if I should feel insulted or belated that he considered being more than friends. Sadly, it doesn’t matter if I dissect the situation one hundred different ways under a magnifying glass, he’s never going to offer more. I could see it in his eyes, hear it in his husky voice, he doesn’t trust me. He won’t believe me, he’s been broken, and I’m not sure if he’s repairable.
    I’m not sure if I want to if I can fix him.

Chapter 10

    “Come on, you’re not even giving it a second thought. Think about it, you could have the best of both worlds. A new friend and a new bed partner . ” Abagail, just say yes . I want to beg.
    “No. I’m not changing my mind. If you want to reconsider, I wouldn’t mind being friends. But planned sexcapades isn’t my idea of a good time, let alone you fucking another woman. Thanks but no .”
    She’s mad, throwing clothes out of her suitcase onto the floor. My mouth always bests me, sometimes I don’t know when to just shut it. Fix this, Gage.
    “Fine, you don’t want to fuck me, can we start over then, be friends?”
    That works. I see a hint of a smile on her face right before she throws her shirt over her head covering her delicious pink nipples. Nipples that I desperately want to see, again and again.
    “We can start over.”
    ‘How about we start over at dinner?”
    “Sure, what’d you have in mind?”
    “We could just go downstairs, they have like four restaurants in this place.”
    “Okay.”
    I wade through my bag of clothes in search of something other than a band tee-shirt and a pair of jeans. Grabbing my clothes, I run into the bathroom to change quickly. I’m not a guy to linger on my attire, taking hours to pick out items that will look good on my complexion, or any fitted clothing. I grab things when I’m out shopping that I like, comfortable things. My hair gets cut when it’s in my eyes and I can’t see, I get new shoes when the soles of the pair I wear daily start to ware and tare.
    I’m not a thrifty person when spending money, but I don’t see a need to waste cash away on things that don’t matter. Money is money, it’s not who I am , it’s not what I care about, unless the person is only interested in me because of the money I possess.
    Abagail has me riveted, I’ll give her that but, and it’s a definitive but, I still have no trust in her. Something I have to keep reminding myself, before I fall into that well of emotion and expectations before I come to rely on her as someone I can count on, someone I can put my faith in blindly.
    Changed, I walk out of the bathroom in a pair of tan khakis pants and a white polo shirt. Something I keep on hand when I do have to put a small effort into dressing, dinner in a restaurant calls for effort.
    “Well, don’t you look all spiffy?” Abagail says with a light in her