Everything I Don't Deserve/Post Malone

•twenty nine•

He was three songs in and I wasn't sure how I was supposed to contain this drool on my chin or the steady throb between my legs for the entire show. Especially since he just took his sweaty tee shirt off and wiped himself down with it before tossing it off stage. How did I overlook this damn feeling for so long?

"Your man is on fire tonight Jordan!" Dre said as he squeezed past me and back towards the stage. My man... that's my man.

Shit...

That is my man.

I felt a swell of pride in my chest, I've always been proud of Austin, especially when he's on his game. And he's definitely on his game again. But this feels different. A burning pride that I can't seem to contain, that I know is spreading across my face in a silly ass grin and flaming cheeks. That is my man, and fuck... he's incredible.

Suddenly Marine pushed herself between me and the rail next to me holding back the pit. There weren't many people hanging in the very back of the pit closer to where our area was barricaded off so I had been leaning on the rail every so often to take the pressure off my screaming feet.

"You have stalkers Jordan." She hissed in my ear.  "Let's go sidestage." She grabbed my arm and pulled me down the small aisle headed back towards the stage.

"What do you mean?" I yelled over the noise as we started up the metal stairs to the backstage area.

"I'm not sure really but I think because you have his hat on your head you caught some attention. Jay pointed it out to me, there was a group of girls that kept taking photos of you. He wanted me to get you out of there." She said as we got backstage, behind the huge speakers where it was slightly less deafening.

"Jay did? Why?" I was confused. If Austin had told him something about photos he hadn't mentioned it to me.

"I guess he just didn't think Austin would approve?" She shrugged.

"Austin and I haven't even discussed it... let's get a refill, talk where we don't have to yell for a second.." I said, sitting Austin's shoes on the floor behind Smitty's booth. He tipped his head at me with half closed eyes and a joint between his lips, acknowledging that I had left them there.

"I don't understand why Jay would kick me out?"I said as soon as we got out in the hall back stage. We dodged between busy crew members working our way back to the bar and our chilled bottle of wine in the green room.

"He didn't kick you out!" Marine laughed. "I think he just freaked out a little. I know this is a different situation than any of his other relationships but Austin never let any of them just mingle around out in the open. Even Shelby was always side stage."

"I mean, I get it, but Austin and I haven't even discussed any of this past him saying it was also my decision, how we deal with stuff like this. I want to go back out there Marine, let them take photos. I'm his stylist, I'm carrying his shoes and hat. Big deal." I shrugged at her as I filled my red solo cup with wine. We keep it high class around here.

"Wearing his hat Jordan... big difference." She pointed out.

"Austin never told me I couldn't go anywhere or be seen anywhere. He put this damn hat on my head, and if he didn't give a shit about walking through the bar holding my hand last night I doubt he's going to care if some girls see me in his hat. I want to watch from down front, and if Jay doesn't want me at the sound board I'll just go bug Adam in the photo pit." I told her passing her the bottle. "If Austin has a problem with it he can take it up with me after the show."

She filled her cup as well and started laughing. "Fine with me girl! I'll send Jay your way if he has something to say about it."