i'm scared to death that there may not be another one like this.. by ssaarah
I grinned at Wyatt through the glass separating us. He had told me he had some sort of meeting about his contract at the studio today, and even though I wasn’t sure what that really meant I wanted to stop by and see him. I was supposed to be writing all day, but I found I wrote better when I was with him. Wow that made me sound so cheesy. He gave me a signal telling me he’d be out in a minute and I waited, chatting with Chloe idly while I did before she had to get back to her desk and Wyatt came out to me.
"I didn't know you were coming in today," he smiled and pressed his lips against mine before I even had a chance to speak.
“Mmmm” I lingered against his lips, sliding my hands up his firm chest to wrap around his neck and press my body against his. I couldn’t help it.
“Careful.” Wyatt grinned against my lips as I pressed my hips against his.
“What?”
“You keep kissing me like this and I’ll have to carry you home right now.” I bit down on my lip because honestly? It didn’t sound like a bad idea. We’d both been so busy we hadn’t had much time alone and as much fun as being on tour was….you didn’t really hook up with the rest of the band on the bus. I kind of wanted to lock myself in a room with him until the tour started.
“I'm not objecting to that.” I said honestly, moving my hands to his waist and looking into his gorgeous eyes.
