Chapter 12

Rohan ogled me. "I won't take that off the table yet." He propped his chin on his hands on the top of the chair.

I cocked an eyebrow at him. "Did you just put me on a table?"

"More invoked a proverbial table and a conditional 'yet.' The 'yet' is an important component of this potential event," he said.

You know what else was an important component? The presumptuous jerk still having attached balls for our proverbial fuck.

"I used to write fanfic about Fugue State Five," I said in a conversational tone.

Lookie lookie. Return of the amused smirk. "How was I?" he asked.

I shrugged, examining my chipped nail polish. "No clue. I wrote self-insert fanfic about the rest of your band. Zack, your keyboardist was astounding." I drawled that last word so he'd get the full implication.

"My keyboardist?" Rohan's smugness was R.I.P. "But he's gay."

"I assure you that didn't matter." I gave a self-satisfied sigh. "He succumbed to my fifteen-year-old self's wiles."