Best Kept Promise (Best Kept #2)

Chapter 31: Socks Or No Socks?

Song: Trouble (Stripped) by Halsey

*WARNING: This chapter contains sexual content. Nothing too descriptive, but still it's way more than what I usually write. I honestly have no idea if this story would classify as mature, but like I said, better to be safe.

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The tension the next day is almost overwhelming.

This morning, I expected things to be awkward between Tyler and I, but if anything, it left him flustered and a little on edge.

We have a full day of driving ahead of us because we're finally making our way home for the last two shows. The first one is in Miami and the last one is in Orlando at the House of Blues. Being home will be bittersweet.

We're packing the van up and as I pass by Tyler, I stop him. "Who's driving first?"

"Benji I believe," he mutters. "At least for the first half."

I smile. "See you in the back."

The last thing I have to grab from our room is my camera bag. I run up to the second level of the motel, grab my bag, and run back down. When I get inside the van, Tyler's already in the back, on his phone of course. But he puts it away the moment I sit next to him.

"Wanna watch a movie or something?" I ask.

"Sure," he replies and goes for his backpack. He unzips it and pulls out his computer. He settles it on his lap and I tilt my head to rest on his shoulder. After he plugs in his headphones, he hands one to me and places the other in his ear.

Tyler shows me extensive movie collection and eventually we settle on the first Spider-Man movie. Not The Amazing Spider-Man, he tells me we'll watch those later. He warned me the second one would make me cry though, so we just watched the first one with Tobey Maguire. After ending Harry Potter at the beginning of tour, I don't think I can handle anymore tears.

The movie plays, but I can tell we're both distracted. I've actually seen this movie a few times. My dad was, or still is, big on the action movies and took me to the theatres to see it. I haven't seen it in years, but it brings back good memories. No wonder my dad and Tyler get along so well. It's almost scary.

Tyler's eyes remain on the screen, but my gaze flits to the exposed side of his neck.

Last night's still bugging me and I don't know what it is. It feels like that night in Vegas when I was ready to do anything.

I snuggle closer to Tyler until my face is close to his neck. His body stiffens slightly because he already knows. It makes me smile and I slowly tilt my head forward until my lips lightly touch his skin.

Tyler breathes out.

Before I go further, I glance ahead to make sure no one's looking. I brace a hand on the other side of his neck and continue my assault on this side.

"Maggie," he warns in a whisper.

I hum in response, but don't stop. I nip at his skin and let my tongue graze the reddened spot. Slowly, I move further up. Tyler's skin feels silky and warm under the caress of my lips. My stomach gets that fluttering feeling again.

The curve of his jaw is my favorite. I take my time, lightly kissing and stopping every few moments to leave a mark. A mark he'll either laugh at or scold me for.