Chapter 9

Austin laughed, but I could tell by the way his eyes crinkled that he was amused and not making fun of me. God, I could just stare at him for hours. I imagined about a dozen different scenarios that would get him just as sweaty and disheveled and be a lot more fun for me, too.

“What do you think?”

It took me a second to realize he’d spoken. “Huh?”

Austin cocked his head. “About the band. The music.”

“You guys are fucking awesome,” I answered immediately. “Seriously. You’ve got yourself a new groupie. I’m coming to all your shows.”

Austin’s grin nearly split his face. “That’s great! We love groupies.” He drank some more water, never taking his gaze off me, and I couldn’t help but watch his throat work as he swallowed. When finished, he finally looked down, but peeked up at me through his lashes. “You know. Groupies get special perks.”

“Is that right?” I took a step closer. Austin angled his body, leaning one hip and shoulder on the wall, and I mirrored his pose.