Chapter 50

“Benji?” I whisper. His blue eyes pop to mine and the butterflies I thought once died flutter around merciless.

“Come here, baby.” He pats his lap.

Tiptoeing inside the room, I look around. I haven’t been in here for years. There are mug shots on the wall of all the members, Benji’s right in the middle. He looks like a bad boy with his hair in his eyes, and a ‘I don’t give a fuck’ look on his face.

Reaching Benji I crawl into his lap, and his head falls onto my chest. His hands sliding up my back slowly.

“Are you okay?” I tangle my fingers into his dark locks of hair.

“Just a lot to take in,” he mutters, his rough voice tickling my skin. Lifting his head, his hands rip off the towel and toss it to the side. I squeal and try and cover my chest. I look to the opened door.

“What if someone sees?”