Free My Rock #8 (The Rock Star Romance Series - Book #8) by Alycia Taylor

ask me about my parents….or
worse yet, interview them. For the moment, I was just thankful they didn’t.

 
    CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
    ELLY
    I sat in the green room and watched Tristan’s
interview on the TV mounted up in the corner. When they asked about his
sobriety, I was nervous for him. I know that he doesn’t like talking about it
because he is afraid that it will inevitably lead to questions about his
parents. Or, worse yet in Tristan’s eyes, someone will think of him as weak. To
him, there would be no worse punishment. I could see on his face through the TV
screen that he didn’t really want to answer it. I held my breath, waiting for
him to speak. When he did, the tears came gushing out of my eyes so fast that I
didn’t realize I was crying until they were rolling down my cheeks. He was
saying things about me that he had said to me before….but not so eloquently. I
wondered if he’d rehearsed it, if he’d planned on saying all of that. But, I
decided that I didn’t care. What he said about a twelve year old saving him
with her love, that was about me, I knew that for
sure. I cried again when I heard him say that and I’m sure it won’t be the last
time. Every time I thought about how proud he seemed to be of me up there when
he talked about me and our little family and how he remembered that I was only
twelve years old when I fell in love with him, I teared up all over again. All that time I was talking about how infatuated I was with
him as a kid when we first got together, I would have sworn he was tuning me
out.
    I got up and left the green room. I didn’t like
being in there alone and I suddenly wanted to be closer to Tristan. I asked the
security officer where I could stand backstage and he showed me. I looked out
at the small stage he was on and, just like what he’d said about the babies, I
couldn’t stop looking at him. I couldn’t imagine my life without him and I loved
him more every day. Even on a tiny little stage in front of a small audience of
people, he was killing it. My beautiful husband was going to be immortal. No one
would ever be able to forget he existed because his music was going to live on
forever.
    I listened to the words of the song he was singing.
It was one I hadn’t heard before and it was about a “bad boy” who fell in love
with a “good girl.” The chorus of the song talked about her being out of his
league, the way Tristan had said it earlier about me. It’s a sweet song, but
absolutely untrue where Tristan is concerned. I had problems and faults just
like he did, or anyone else for that matter. The difference was that I’d had a
great support system and Tristan had pretty much crap. I was glad we found each
other so that I could be there for him, but I wasn’t taking credit for all the
hard work he’d put in and all the growing up he’d done himself. He’d turned into
a fine man, and since he’d had so many odds stacked against him, I thought he
deserved extra credit.
    He finished his song and then went back to talk to
the ladies. They asked him some more questions about his record label and he
talked some more about the babies, then they said good-bye and let him go. I
was waiting for him so that as soon as he walked off the stage, I could tell
him how much I appreciate him saying such nice things about me. He didn’t give
me a chance. Instead of walking up to me, he walked into me. He walked up; put
his hands on my hips and his face down close to mine. After shooting me another
grin he put his lips against mine. He kissed me softly with his lips first all
over my mouth before I felt the sliver of his tongue slip through. My own
tongue didn’t even wait for directions; she hurriedly tangled herself up with
his.
    As we kissed, deeply and passionately, I lost all
conscious thought of where I was or who I was with, except Tristan. He wasn’t
the only one in the room…he was the only one in every room. When he broke the
kiss he looked down into my eyes and I