Kick the Dust Up

Chapter 15

~Luke POV~

I was just about 30-25 minutes before show time, I was in my dressing room with Alene in here with me sitting on the couch, watching me as I get my ear-plugs, battery pack, & mic ready before I change. Which my stylist is suppose to bring me my clothes anytime now. Once I was done putting everything together on the coffee table, I sat next to Alene smiling, resting my arm behind her on the couch.

"So..." I trailed off

"So...what?" She asked resting her hand on my thigh, which she knows drives me crazy.
I took an unnoticeable inhale & exhale & shook it off.

"Have you thought if you want to move in with me or am I going with you?"

She climbed on my lap & wrapped her arms around my neck.

"Yes, I have thought about it." she frowned
& slightly looked down avoiding my eyes.

Frown? Why a frown? Uh oh.....

I rested my hands on her hips
"We don't have to do......"

"No, no, I'm moving in with you" she laughed

I looked at her confused then I realized what she did, she wanted me to feel bad, this girl.

I started laughing at shaking my head then leaning in for a kiss which was interrupted by a knock & the door opening.
"Luke, you have.....oh I'm so sorry did I just..."
"....Yes, yes you did....." I thought.

"No, no, you're fine." Alene said getting off of my lap, with me groaning mentally but Alene noticed what I was doing so she slapped my arm.

"Ouch!" I faced her with a "wtf was that for" face. She just pointed at me with a stern look.
I just rolled my eyes, exhaling a huff & facing the door again.

"So what happened?"

"Your stylist is here with your outfit & 25 minutes till show time"

"Ok, send her in & thanks"
She nodded her head & left, maybe to get my stylist. Once the door closed, I pulled Alene right back to where she was before, on my lap, holding onto her hips & kissing her rough but passionate & she was kissing right back.

But once again, we were interrupted by a knock. I groaned as Alene let go & got off my lap once again, chuckling.

"We will finish this later" I said pointing back & forth between us.
She giggled with her hand over her mouth and nodded her head.

"Come in!" I slightly yelled, then walked in my stylist with my outfit in a dry cleaners bag that she had in her hand.
"Hello, Luke."
"Hey, Mayra."
"Well, here are your clothes, change & I'll fix you up once you're done changing."
"Alright."
She handed me my outfit & I went into the bathroom.

~Alene's POV~
Luke went into the bathroom to change leaving me alone with his stylist. We hardly looked each other's way, yet alone spoke & now we are in this situation.

We smiled at each other & so it wouldn't be awkward I decided to start a conversation.

"So how long have you been Luke's stylist?"
"Since he started his first tour." she answered shyly, trying not to show off how long she's worked for him. But to be honest, I don't really care. I'm his girlfriend. Not to sound cocky but it's true.

"Wow, that's a lot. So you must be really close to him, I assume?"

"Oh no, I hardly hang out with Luke & band, I'm not much of a party goer." She said very in denial.