Will Jett crack from the pressure of hiding her relationship with Koty and hiding his involvement with Perpetual Smile from the media?
Fugue is the 5th book in the ESX series.
Sunlight slanted in through the large window. Squeezing her eyes tighter against the light seeping in through her lids, Jett felt a headache coming on. She hadn’t meant to drink so much the night before, but Koty had ordered them a bottle of wine and it had actually been good. She wasn’t much of a wine fan. It usually made her head hurt in the morning, and tasted like rancid grape juice. But Koty apparently had a knack for picking wine, because the bottle from the night before hadn’t lasted two hours. Blinking, she shaded her eyes as they adjusted. Turning onto her side, she watched as Koty slept.
He lay on his back, chest rising and falling in slow rhythm. With his eyes closed, he looked younger. If it weren’t for the stubble lining his cheeks and the dark circles under his eyes from sneaking around the last few days, she would have pegged him at eighteen, not twenty-three.
Panic tugged at her, not for the first time in the last three days. Perpetual Smile had a couple of days before they had to be at the next city on their itinerary. The guys had decided that they wanted to stay in Indianapolis. They hadn’t given her much of a say. It didn’t really matter, though. Even though ESX was performing every night, Koty flew back and forth just to see her. In the past three days, he had been on just as many flights—more, if Jett counted the connecting flight from the Detroit airport. They had yet to even define their relationship, yet he was already going above and beyond for her.
She sighed, wondering what she was doing with him. Sleeping with Perpetual Smile’s newest member couldn’t end well for her—especially with the band watching her the way a new mother watches her infant sleep. Their feelings were less than tender toward her, though. If she made one wrong move, they could—and would—kick her out. She wouldn’t even get a chance to defend herself. In fact, despite their alleged concerns about her, they hadn’t given her much of a chance to explain herself at all.
Stretching, still laying on her side, she watched as Koty’s eyes moved under his lids. She should probably just break things off with him—whatever their status was. She hated to feel like a needy teenager, but it made her crazy that they had slept together half a dozen times and she still had yet to know what, exactly, they were. She refused to be the one to bring it up. So far, she had Koty believing that she was unfazed by anything. By begging him to call her his girlfriend, she would shatter that image.
The whole thing was ridiculous, she surmised as he rolled onto his side. His eyes were still closed, but she had a feeling he would be waking up soon. She hated that she felt like such a woman. Weak, little girls did things like worry about guys. She had never worried about her status with Phillip. From the very beginning, they hadn’t needed to hide anything. Sure, their relationship put pressure on the band. Sometimes, it even caused issues in the studio and on stage. The whole reason they had broken up was because they had determined that dating each other while they were both still in Perpetual Smile was a bad idea. Even when they became friends with benefits, she hadn’t wondered. Their relationship had been easy, in so many ways.
She rolled her eyes at herself. Even her thoughts sounded female and crazy. If she told Koty what she was thinking, she mused, he would probably run in the other direction. So far, though, a small voice reminded her, he had stuck around—even when she had been unnecessarily horrible to him. Men put up with a lot from the opposite sex.
Still, she wished she knew what they were. Everything could crumble underneath her at any second. She wasn’t used to walking on tightropes and feeling so vulnerable. Jett Costa wasn’t the type to let romance get in the way of her life.
Making a face at the thought of the R word, she resisted the urge to gag. Having sex with a soon-to-be ex-boy band singer was hardly romantic. She was as pathetic as the forty-something-year-old women who chased after Justin Bieber when he first came into the pop scene.
Jett shook her head at herself. Her thoughts were getting crazier and crazier as the morning went on.
Next to her, Koty stirred. She glanced at his face. His eyes fluttered open. He blinked the sleep away and focused on her. A smile spread across his face. She couldn’t help but smile back. For a lame boy band singer, he was pretty cool. She had to admit it. At the very least, he put up with her crap, and didn’t seem to care what happened to his career. As far as she was concerned, he was very punk rock.
She resisted rolling her eyes at herself again. She wondered what in the world had happened to her. If Phillip were still alive, he would laugh at her.
The smile on Koty’s face widened. Then, he grew serious. He leaned in close to her, his eyes fluttering closed again. She met his lips with hers, enjoying how warm they felt. Her mouth moved against his, and she felt her heart pound against her chest. Scooting closer, she draped an arm over his shoulder. His skin was soft and warm, despite the hard the muscles underneath. He crushed her body to his, and she grinned against the kiss as she realized that all of him was awake.