Best Kept Promise (Best Kept #2)

Chapter 21: Do You Ever Stop Talking?

Song: Alone Together by Fall Out Boy

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I wrap a strand of Tyler's hair around my finger and use my free hand to brush over the bare skin of his back. His shirt is scrunched up under his shoulder blades and his body is stretched across mine, his head tucked in the crook of my neck. A sigh falls from his lips. "Can you do this before every show?" He asks.

I laugh and press my palm against his back. "If I can have this after every show."

Tyler breathes a laugh and his hold tightens slightly. "Your wish is my command."

"I'm just kidding," I tell him and kiss the top of his head.

Tyler lifts his head and levels his face with mine. He flattens his palms against my cheeks and kisses me quickly. "I might surprise you," he whispers teasingly and then slowly smiles.

My smile widens a bit. "You're always full of surprises," I whisper back.

He kisses me again, pulling back only to attack my lips with more. When I think he's going to kiss me once again, he stops and moves his head back a couple of inches. My bottom lip falls into a pout and Tyler chuckles lightly.

Then he licks the tip of my nose.

I wrinkle it in protest and Tyler still laughs. He grips my chin in one hand and then his lips lower back down onto mine. It's only for a second and then the kiss falls apart. "Where are we headed next?" I ask. We just arrived in Arizona last night after Nevada. Still thinking about Vegas makes my stomach flutter.

"Colorado I think," he says. "And guess who gets to drive tonight after the show?"

"You drive better at night," I inform. "And it's your favorite time."

Tyler nods. "That is all very true. And it doesn't hurt that you're in the passenger seat. What does hurt is stopping every thirty miles because you can't control your bladder."

I start laughing and then pull down the back of his shirt. "I can't help it."

"Obviously if you drink a Slurpee bigger than your head."

"You have a point, but you don't complain."

Tyler's smile turns soft as he searches my eyes. "No, I'd never complain."

I kiss him gently and then kiss the corner of his mouth. "We should go meet them before they bang on the door."

Tyler groans and then removes himself from on top of me. He stands off of the bed, fixes his shirt better, and ruffles a hand through his messy waves. I mock his actions and stand too. We gather my bags and I rest my camera bag across my body. "Why don't you get a new one?"

"New what?" I question and head for the door.

"Camera bag," he says and pulls the door open. "It's barely hanging on."

I scoff. "It's fine. I've had this bag since I graduated high school. It was a gift from my grandparents. Look," I point to the side where my name is threaded, "they had it made just for me. This bag has been through everything with me. I'm not giving it up now."

"Fine," he breathes and the door closes behind him. "But if your camera is the most important thing to you, maybe you should consider it."

"I'm very attached," I tell him. "But there was this one bag I wanted. Black, real leather, and compartments for all my lenses. Well, back then anyway. I have too much equipment now. I didn't even bring half of it on tour."