Martha’s POV
After sound check was over, Oscar grabbed my arm and escorted me backstage into his dressing room. I draped myself along the sofa that was in the far end of the tiny room.
“So how do you like our songs?” Oscar asked as he stripped off his t-shirt.
I glanced away nervously. He saw me do this.
He chuckled, “Shy Martie? Really?” He walked over towards me still shirtless. “I never would have taken you as a shy girl.”
“I’m not,” I told him without meeting his eyes.
“Then look at me,” he commanded. I could hear the smirk present in his voice.
Sure enough, when I looked up shyly to meet his eyes, he was grinning at me just inches from my face.
He placed a wet kiss on my cheek before sliding next to me. “I think I like this shy, Martie,” he stuttered over the words, “although it’s rather hard to say.”
I laughed.
He snaked his arm around me pulling me to his bare chest. I closed my eyes and let out a sigh.
“I like this,” I whispered. “Being here with you… without anyone else.”
“I know,” he whispered back. “Three band mates have their disadvantages.”
“I won’t say that…”
“I like it better when I get to be alone with you, though.”
“I mean I do, too.”
Silence fell over the room; I was content with listening to our hearts beating.
“Do you know what the worst part about being famous is?” he asked me.
“No, what?” I asked.
“It’s not being able to enjoy things like this. When you’re young and innocent and carefree and you are in a relationship…. You have to be so much more careful about the whole thing. It’s like you are holding your breath because one slip up can just… it can just ruin everything.”
He cradled me closer to him, “Ruining everything could mean losing everything.”
