Holding Out For A Hero

2. Good Times Roll

"I need water," I said as Dave helped me walk into his house. Abby and Taylor where behind us, laughing and talking.

"Too many shots I guess," Dave said as we walked into the kitchen. I sat on and stool as he went to get water.

"No. I only had 3 shots and 3 drinks. Too much dancing. Too much touching," I said with a smile. My filter was officially gone. Dave put the water down in front of me and I started drinking it.

"She's such a light weight that I drink her under the table all the time. Food and water is all she needs and she's good for the rest of the night. She's more of a stoner though," Abby said as she sat beside me. Taylor went to the fridge and got three beers out as Dave rubbed my back.

"Shhhh you don't tell them that," I said as I glared at her. She just laughed as Taylor came over to us and put the beers on the counter.

"No judgements here baby," Taylor said before he took Abby's hand and led her outside.

"Isn't he married?" I asked once they were out of earshot.

"He signed his divorce about a month ago," Dave replied as he walked over to the fridge and pulled out a pizza box.

"Well thank god. I don't want her going through that shit again," I said as he put the pizza on a plate and put it in the microwave.

"What do you mean?" Dave asked as he leaned on the counter in front of me.

"Not my story to tell. You want that one, you're gonna have ask her," I replied. I looked over at the fridge and saw pictures of him and his girls.

"So then what's your story? Abby said you just got out of a relationship," Dave said. Why was he asking so many questions.

"Ya I did. He proposed and I said no. I loved him and he was incredible but he wasn't..." I drifted off.

"He wasn't the one?" Dave asked.

"Kind of. I mean I've been married before but it was nothing but heartache after heartache. Don't marry mus....." I stopped when I realized who I was talking to.

"You were gonna say don't marry musicians weren't you?" He asked with a huge grin on his face.

"Yes but in my defense I married one who wanted to do nothing more than get drunk, screw groupies and pretend like he wanted a wife and kids. 3 miscarriages and he ended up with my now ex best friend. His girlfriend before me really did a number on him and I was just the rebound who got lucky but wasn't that lucky," I stopped and realized I had told him more than I told most people. He just looked at me, processing what I had told him.

"So you married him, tried to start a family and he fucked around with groupies. I hate guys like him. They give guys like me a bad name," he replied as the microwaved pinged and he put it between us. We both took a piece and ate in silence. It was a comfortable silence. We ate the last two slices before we spoke again.

"So what do you want to do? You are getting a once in a lifetime chance to be here in your favorite drummers house. What do you want to do?" He asked as he walked around the counter and leaned into me. His face was inches from mine as he looked into my eyes. Those amazing brown eyes.

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" I asked in return. I bit my bottom lip as he put a hand on my knee.

"Stop doing that," he said as he looked at my lips.

"Sorry," I said softly and looked down. Dave put a hand under my chin and made me look at him again.

"Don't be sorry. I like it but if you keep doing it, we won't make it to the bedroom," He said before he kissed my lips gently.