Page 73 of Drive

He grinned wide.Beautiful.“I didn’t think you were capable of being quiet.”

I shrugged. “Just watching you shine, Reid Crowne.”

He shook his head. “Stella, it’s just a gig.”

“It’stwogigs, and soon it will be three and then more. Reid, you guys are filling up clubs. This isn’t small shit anymore.”

“Hell yes, we are,” Ben said as he motioned to the waitress. “Hey, beautiful, a round of shots.”

She gave him a shy smile and a nod. Ben’s charm was disarming. I couldn’t wait to watch him work his magic on Lexi.

I smiled at the thought and then felt fingertips brush my jaw before persuasive fingers turned my face. There was a brief flash in Reid’s eyes as he dipped in and took my lips. I knew it was supposed to be a brief kiss. I felt his intent to withdraw before he gripped the back of my head, the hand on my shoulder now fisting in my hair. He molded us together, fire chasing fire. I felt the groan in his mouth but couldn’t hear it as he ignored the objection of Adam and Rye, and the peanut shells tossed at us. Reid made it last, and I clutched him to me, feeding, feeling, flying while he gave me my Sissy/Grenade kiss. The one I’d been hoping for my whole life. He slowed it and pulled away as I stared up at him in a daze. Duran Duran’s “Ordinary World” filtered the noise of the bar as he pressed in once more—his decision of us—against my lips. But my heart had declared it long before his own.

Ben sat on the other side of the booth with his arms folded and a huge shit-eating grin covering his face, while Rye and Adam sat shocked at Reid’s public display. No one was more surprised than me, and I was sure it showed on my face. I cleared my throat and braved a look at Ben, who had his head tilted with abelieve it, womanlook on his face. I giggled like a giddy idiot and buried my head in Reid’s chest.

“Looks like we’ve just earned ourselves a Yoko, boys,” Adam said, as Reid glared in his direction right along with Ben.

“No,” Ben said before Reid could utter a word. “Shut the hell up, Adam. Our Yoko’s behind us,” he continued as he passed out shots, no doubt referring to Lia.

I reached out and double tapped Adam on the forehead. He jerked back, spilling half his shot. Reid chuckled. “And this one can take care of herself,” I announced as I glared at Adam. “Take that back!”

“My apologies, my lady,” Adam said sincerely, as he tapped his glass with mine. We took the shot and the rest of the table followed.

That night, while Reid was in the shower, I peeked at some of his lyrics. I couldn’t help myself. His library was vast, and I was buzzed, so it sort of, kind of, gave me permission to make shitty decisions. I grabbed the book he’d been scribbling in, anxious to get inside his head, and my heart stopped. Heavy tears fell as his words blurred, and I wiped my face to soak them in. Some of them were just random whispers and incomplete thoughts. Rage littered several pages, and I could see he wrote them heavy-handed. And the most recent pages were songs.

Three songs about suicide.

Two songs about sex.

And the last song was about abandonment.

It read far too obvious between his desperate lines; he was battling demons I’d never met.

“Stella?” Reid’s voice was low as I dropped the notebook and scrubbed my face with my hands.

“I’m sorry. But I get it now. I get how personal it is, okay? I’ll never do that to you again. I won’t push. Just give me the chance to prove it.”

I couldn’t look at him. I had violated him in a way that I couldn’t take back. I was done at that moment, done pushing. The aspiring journalist in me was disgusted; the woman who was in love with him was terrified.

Reid stood over me for a moment and then pulled me to my feet.

“You’re telling me that’s the first time?” Shocked at the even tone of his voice, I met his stare and eagerly nodded.

“I fully expected you to have gotten through half of them by now,” he said with a twist of his lips.

I couldn’t find it in me to smile, not with the flash of his angry soul floating around in my head.

He gripped my chin and forced me to look at him. “I told you I was in a fucked-up place.”

My lips trembled. “You said you were still there.”

He blew fresh breath in my face, and that’s when I realized he was still dripping wet, and naked. “So you aren’t mad?”

“I’m fucking pissed, but it’s a new state of normal being with you,” he said with a chuckle. “I’ve never in my life met a woman who needed to know so much.”

“I’ve never in my life met a man who wanted to tell so little.”

“Match made in hell,” he said as he bit my bottom lip. Sensing my unease, he shrugged. “They’re just songs, just an outlet, Stella.”