Straight from the Heart by Breigh Forstner

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shame. That cover you guys do of ‘Afterlife’ is insane. Like I said
before, Cale’s lucky he’s got ya.”
    “Thanks. It took me awhile to nail the solo
because I was so used to playing an acoustic guitar. I’m finally
getting the hang of it.” I admitted and he clutched my hand tighter
as we landed on my floor. Straightaway, I heard the sounds of girls
screaming and glass breaking against the wall. I shook my head as
Damon and I stepped out. “Why does that not surprise me?”
    Damon half smiled and gestured towards the
guy’s room as we passed it. “They’re guys, Bryn. When you’re stuck
on a bus for months on end with only testosterone, it’s good to get
out and,” He saw the disgusted look on my face and stopped. “I’m
sorry.”
    I laughed it off. “No worries,” I replied as
I opened the door. I secretly thanked myself for cleaning my mess
of papers and clothes up before I left for the date. “Make yourself
comfortable, I’m going to go change really quick.” I was ready to
take off that dress. After eating as much food as I ate, I was
busting at the seams. Damon mouthed ‘Okay,’ sitting down on the
edge of my bed. I grabbed a pair of cotton shorts and Detroit
Tigers t-shirt, hurrying into the bathroom.
    Once I put on my t-shirt and shorts, I gave
myself another once over and walked out into the main room. Damon
had taken his shoes off, back against the headboard. He whistled
when I sat beside him and as a result, I slapped him on the chest.
“Never seen you this laid back, Bryn. You’ve been avoiding me ever
since that first night on tour.” It was the truth. No one had seen
me in anything besides my show outfits except for the guys in the
band. But then again, they walk around in practically nothing,
sometimes just shorts and no shirt, not caring that I was in the
room. Good eye candy though, I had to admit.
    “Alright.” I stopped him. “ No more
mentioning that night okay? We’re starting on a clean slate
tonight!”
    “Fine, whatever you say, boss.” He saluted
me, draping his arm around my waist, scooting me in closer. My head
laid against his shoulder as the beginning to the original “Evil
Dead” was starting.
    Not once did I worry about what Cale was
doing or the tour.
    I woke up the next morning with my face
muffled in the pillow, deep in the satin sheets that were on the
bed. That was the best night’s sleep I had in a long time. I
couldn’t help but smile when I replayed the events from last night
in my head. Damon was a gentleman and treated me like a princess.
We ended up watching movies until past midnight when I must’ve fell
asleep. Sitting up in the bed, I noticed a note lying next to
me.
    Bryn,
    I didn’t want to wake you up when I slipped
out during the night. You looked so peaceful the way you were
sleeping, and I didn’t want to overstep my boundaries by staying. I
hope you had as much fun as I did and I really hope you’ll let me
take you out again soon.
    Good Luck Tonight,
    Damon
    P.S. If I didn’t tell you already, you are
gorgeous.
    I immediately felt my cheeks flush. I’d gone
on dates with Ethan to fancy restaurants, courtesy of our parents,
but last night felt different. I was able to be who I wanted to be,
not some stereotypical snotty rich girl on a date with her equally
rich boyfriend. Damon was the complete opposite of what my parents
would approve of, and I think that’s part of the reason I
gravitated to him.
    Then there was Cale.
    I had feelings for him too. There was no
denying that, as much as I hated to think it. As I sorted out my
clothes for the day, I thought of how the guys and I were going to
spend the whole day together singing songs and practicing for
tonight. Cale wanted to do a cover of “You’re Going Down” by The
Sick Puppies, planning to add my voice in the mix. I had the song
on replay as I ate my room-service breakfast, my mind flickering
back to Cale. Again. Cale was easily one of the most creative
people I have