felt.
“You’re way too awake for this time of the morning,” I
informed her, rubbing at my face.
“Lucky for you that I am,” Olivia said. She bent over and
picked something up from off the ground: a takeout tray with paper coffee cups.
“The other tray’s in the bus already,” she told me with a shrug.
“Ah, sweet!” Mark lunged forward and claimed one of the
cups, returning to his apelike swinging.
“I’m already really liking this ‘embedded journalist’
thing,” Dan said, plucking another one of the cups.
“Alex is on board saying goodbye to Mary,” Olivia said. She
held out the tray to me.
“I thought you hated me,” I pointed out, grabbing for one of
the last two coffees on the tray. “Black?” Olivia nodded. I took a careful sip
from the hole in the plastic top; the coffee flowed into me like fucking manna
from heaven.
“I have never said that I hate you,” Olivia countered. “Just
that I’m not interested in trying for a relationship with someone who sleeps
around.”
“Technically you sleep around too,” I said, pointing at her
with the hand holding the coffee cup. “You had a one-night stand with me.”
Olivia’s cheeks flushed pink-red. I saw her look at Mark and Dan and then scowl
at me. “Oh please.” I gestured to Mark and Dan. “You didn’t think they’d know?”
“Naïve, I guess,” Olivia said, rolling her eyes. “Sleeping
with you was a mistake.”
“Was Nicky that bad?” Mark smirked at me.
“Get on the fucking bus,” I told him. Mark shrugged and he
and Dan gathered up their things and jogged around to the entrance of the tour
bus. “Sleeping with me was a mistake? Are you sure about that?” Olivia
shrugged.
“I don’t regret the actual sex itself,” she said slowly. “I
regret the fact that I threw caution to the wind and had sex with you because I
knew it would be great sex. I compromised on my principles.”
“And now you’ve got a juicy assignment following a band on
tour, which will look great in your portfolio.” Olivia’s eyes glinted in the
morning light as she glared at me.
“Yeah, and now also everyone is going to figure out that the
reason I got this assignment was because I slept with you and you wanted to toy
with me some more and probably get in my pants again. Really fantastic for my
career there, Nicky.” I laughed.
“Did you really just call me Nicky?” Olivia’s cheeks lit up
with an even deeper blush than before.
“Do you have a problem with me calling you that?” Olivia
raised an eyebrow in challenge, and I grinned. Fuck she looks so cute like
that. So goddamn cute trying not to smile, trying to look tough.
“Nope,” I said. I shifted my backpack straps on my
shoulders. “I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a mistake .” I saw the
blood leave her face and then return in a flush that crept up all the way to
the roots of her hair. I took another sip of my coffee and walked past her,
heading towards the entrance of the tour bus. I grinned to myself as I climbed
up the stairs, picturing the look on Olivia’s face. It probably wasn’t the best
thing I could have said in the moment, but I couldn’t help myself. Oh yeah.
Whether or not she ever has sex with me again, this is going to be a fun tour.
I threw my stuff onto one of the bunks and carried my coffee
into the lounge. “Alex, the longer you take to say goodbye to her, the longer
it is before you get back,” I said, throwing myself onto the couch carefully.
“How does that math work out?” I shrugged at Dan’s question.
“You didn’t already scare Olivia off, did you? Dude—she brought coffee!”
“Yeah, and she’s never going to have sex with you again.
It’ll be nice to watch Nicky actually have to try to get in a girl’s
pants.” I rolled my eyes.
“I didn’t scare her off,” I said. “If she scares off that easy
she wouldn’t last a week on tour no matter what I did.”
“Oh, are there wagers on how long I’ll last on