*Gina's POV*
The band plays all of their songs, finishing the show with their ritual 'thanking the city' thing.
"Thank you LA!" Riker yells into a microphone. "We know that today was full of surprises, but thanks for letting us perform for you!"
Everyone screams and cheers in response. I plug my ears, drowning out the sound.
We somehow managed to make it through the night without me being assaulted in any way, shape, or form.
The band runs backstage, sweaty bodies and all. Their smiles seem to be contagious. Ross searches the room, making eye contact with me. His large smile grows impossibly larger. He crosses the room in swift movements, swinging the guitar over his back. I stand frozen as he makes his way closer to me. Once he makes it over here, he cups my cheeks and lifts my chin up. My lips meet his, and to make it easier, I stand on my tiptoes. I slip my tongue into his mouth, having it gently dancing with his tongue. Our bodies are pressed tightly against each other, leaving no space between us. I am the first to pull away, keeping my head on his forehead. With my eyes closed, I bite my lip. Ross's hot breath is fanning against my lips.
"I forgot how great it feels to have that adrenaline rush on stage," Ross breathes. I smile, opening my eyes. He stares intently at me, his breath hot and heavy. I lift my fingers to intertwine mine with Ross. They're at the side of us, held together. "But kissing you is one thousand times better."
I sigh contently, pecking his lips with my own. "Ross, everyone is watching," I murmur. My eyes drift to the sides, where I see blondes and brunettes looking in our direction.
"Well, let them watch," Ross protests, licking his lips. He dives in for a kiss, but I skillfully pull back. His eyes widen as I pull my hands free and start walking backwards. "Hey Riker. Hold this for me." Ross hands his guitar to Riker, never taking his intimidating eyes off of me.
"Ross, we have to-" Stormie starts.
"Just a sec Mom. I need to get Gina." Ross takes quick strides towards me, opening his arms to wrap them around me.
I duck under his arm, giggling as he stumbles forward. I begin to sprint away from him, weaving in and out of the protesting Lynch's and single Ratliff. Ross runs into his family members, apologizing as he goes along.
"You little lucky shit! You're so small that you can get through anything," Ross complains, chasing me towards the dressing room.
"Hey! I'm not that small! You're just freakishly large!" I get in and slam the door behind me, but right before the door shuts completely, a force stops it. Ross begins to push against the door, causing it to open slowly while I push against him. "Goddammit Lynch! You're a boy! This isn't fair because you have muscle and stuff," I grumble at him. At the last second, I sprint behind the couch, causing the door to fling open and Ross to come tumbling in.
He eyes me, running towards the couch. We play that game where he chase me in circles around the couch, but eventually, we stop. Ross is standing on the side of the back of the couch, which is opposite me. The evil glimmering in his eyes is hard to miss. "I'm going to get you Arrison."
"No you won't," I tell him, bouncing on the balls of my feet. He fakes a dive at me, so I immediately duck to the left.
Because I'm off balance, Ross jumps on the couch, lifting me up, and pulling me on the cushions with him. I squeal, kicking my legs and flailing my arms about. "Stop struggling," he mutters, tightening his grip around my torso. Ross lays on the couch, pressing me against the cushions while staring into my eyes. "That's one way to play hard to get," he says, breathing heavily. He holds my cheeks tightly, pressing his lips against mine.
