Chapter 39

The band wasn’t alone. Trev was talking to Megan, but he fell silent as Jett came into view. He was dressed for the concert, ripped jeans clinging to his lean legs, hair artfully spiked, kohl eyeliner turning him into every wet dream Jett had ever had. His eyes widened slightly in confusion, but he remained quiet, keeping up the pretense just like he’d promised.

In that moment, Jett loved him even more.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Jett said.

“Jett.” Megan cocked her head, polite but curious. “Did you need something?”

“Yes, actually.” Deliberately, he stepped around her, forcing her to edge out of his way so he could stand toe to toe with Trev. He had to tilt his head up—he would never stop loving that, either—and his heart hammered, but nothing had ever felt so right. “I only get to watch my boyfriend perform for the first time once, so there’s no way I could let him go onstage without telling him to break a leg.”