Legends

Who's Gonna Break First: Part II

Allie's POV

I tied the laces of my Converses with a hard tug before standing up from the edge of the bed with a huff. Brantley had strolled in earlier while I was blow drying my hair with a towel around his waist, giving me a wink, then grabbing his clothes and darting out of the room. Chicken shit I had thought a few minutes later when I heard him stomp off the bus. Could dish it but couldn't take it apparently. I stood up to look in the mirror on the closet door biting my lip. I bit my lip debating on changing clothes as I turned side to side. I had on a pair of capri black leggings with an over size pink Tribe Kelly t-shirt that slipped off one shoulder.

I'd left my hair down curling the ends slightly even though I knew I would be putting it in a bun later to keep it out of my face. I let my insecurities sink in for a couple seconds wondering if I should throw on something nicer then mentally slapped myself. For one, I was comfortable and as much as I moved around shooting pictures throughout the night, this was better. Two, fuck the fan girls. I could be wearing a cloth sack right now and have B ready to jump my bones. I reached over for the body spray that I had worn for years spritzing some on and then heading to the front grabbing my phone and camera bag.

I pulled my pass out of the pocket slipping it around my neck as I headed inside. I glanced down at my phone figuring I had enough time to grab something in catering before having to head to the tent for VIP. I wanted to get a few photos from in there before setting up for the night. I was mentally mapping out my shots for the night as I made my way down the hall to catering. I had forgot to text Ben earlier asking what was available tonight. That man always knew what food we were having. Made it his mission to find out. Always thought with his stomach first.

I heard a door to one of the side rooms open up as I passed by not thinking anything about it until an arm slipped around my waist tugging me backwards. Are you kidding me? Again? I let out of squeak then growled when I glanced down to see an all familiar tattoo before I was pushed into what I guess used to be an office and the door slammed. I heard the lock click in place and bit my lip. I sat my bag down on the empty desk before I whirled around glaring. I stilled and took in my smirking ex-husband leaning against the door with his arms crossed like he didn't have a care in the world.

I swallowed deeply at the gleam in his green eyes and thought I have really stepped in it now. I had poked the bear earlier with the towel stunt. I took a step back as he stepped forward. I only got about two steps before my back hit the desk that had been left in here and a pair of arms leaned on either side of me effectively caging me in. I bit the inside of my cheek against a whimper just from the smell of his cologne. Yep, I was so screwed. Dammit Allie..... don't.....give....in!

"Really B," I snapped deciding to try and play haughty about pushing his buttons earlier. I gripped the edge of the desk to keep my hands to myself. Fuck me, I soooo needed his ass to cave. I didn't have any reason to not give in other than not wanting him to win. I was for sure the damn towel would have done it earlier. I had been married to the man. I knew exactly which buttons to push and so far none of them had worked!!! I couldn't take much more. I had been on edge ever since we had gotten back from the islands two weeks ago. Between the kisses that made my toes curl and the touches here and there, it was driving me crazy. Memories just weren't enough anymore. Not when I had the man standing right in front of me ready and willing, all I had to do was cave.

"What Allie Cat?" he asked smirking down at me. The cut off grey UGA t-shirt showing off the arms I loved nothing more than to curl up in at night, jeans with holes in just the right places, and that fucking hat! He leaned closer kissing my cheek softly as my heart sped up. I was pretty sure it was pounding louder than Ben's drums during a show. "Something the matter?"