Free Stage Dive 02 Play by Kylie Scott

apartment half-naked was enough. Touching in the dark would do me in for sure. I’d attack him despite my best intentions. Given we’d be living together for the foreseeable future, pushing for more would be a freaking disaster.
    “We can’t just lock the door,” he said. “Lauren went and got another key made. You need better security, pumpkin.”
    “Very true.”
    “Hey, you don’t snore do you?”
    I gave him my very best withering glare.
    “Just asking.” He backed away, still playing with his phone. “And I’ll make sure I keep any hookups on the down low, okay? I won’t embarrass you with any of that.”
    “Thanks.” I shouldn’t have been surprised. But I was. Stupid, stupid me. “Were you just setting this up last night? Was that what it was all about?”
    “Well, yeah.”
    I opened my eyes wide. Painfully wide. I took a deep breath in through my nose. It didn’t matter really. My pride had taken a hit, but I had a roof over my head for the foreseeable future. Time to suck it up.
    This sleeping-together thing wouldn’t work. It couldn’t. The fact that I was buzzing with tension just from the thought of it confirmed as much. But me playing his girlfriend part? I owed it to him to try. It could even be fun. Serious fun. And god knew I was overdue for some of that in my life.
    I sat up straight, took a deep breath. “Okay, I’m agreeing to everything but the touching time.”
    He opened his mouth to protest but I plowed on before he could get a word out. “And tomorrow we put a sliding lock on the door to keep Lauren out and you start sleeping in the spare room. These are my conditions.”
    “Look at you, all assertive. I like it. Though really, I’d prefer it if you thought of me as being beyond boundaries.”
    “I’m serious, Mal. Take it or leave it. I just got out of one clusterfuck of a roommate situation. I won’t fall straight into another.”
    Mal crossed his arms and looked down the length of his nose at me. At first, I thought he would argue. Some evil subversive part of me might have even hoped he would, at least on the sleeping front. But he didn’t.
    “Very well, I accept your terms. Tell you what,” he said slowly. “Why don’t I hit the couch tonight?”
    My shoulders dropped in what was most likely relief. “That would be great. Thanks.”
    “No problem.” He gave me a vaguely amused look. “Whatever works for you, Anne.”
    “Great. I’m going to go have a bath.”
    “Have fun.”
    “Yeah.”
    The bathroom door was locked shut behind me in record time. I sat on the edge of the big old battered claw-foot tub, blood rushing loud behind my ears. My mind was a blur. I’d just talked my way out of sleeping with a rock star. What had I done?
    Disappointment made my insides ache.
    But this was the right move. I needed to remember how into Reece I was. He was a far safer crush option. One day, he and I had a chance of actually working out.
    Once all of the noise in my head faded, I looked at myself in the mirror. My hair hung flat around my face. My eyes were wide and wild. Within the space of twenty-four hours I’d been turned upside down. I might not be sleeping with one, but I most certainly now lived with a rock star. Didn’t see that one coming.
    “What the hell have you gotten yourself into?” I asked the girl in the mirror.
    She had nothing but a dazed, surprised smile to offer. Clearly she was a sucker for Mal’s particular brand of crazy. Thank goodness I was more mature.
    I pulled my work T-shirt off over my head and started in on the laces of my boots. The sudden banging on the door almost made me fall off my perch. I put a hand to the floor and pushed myself upright before I fell face forward.
    “Anne?”
    “Yeah?” I sat back up and crossed my arms over my black bra, covering things up even though he couldn’t possibly see.
    “I forgot to say thanks. For letting me live here with you and agreeing to be my girlfriend. I really appreciate