Free His Number One Fan by Danyell Wallace Page B

was resting my eyes.” Caleb says behind me.
     
    “Whatever.” I say, rolling my eyes. 
     
    “Sounds like something Caleb would do.” Jax laughs. “Well everyone is out back. Can I get you guys something to drink? We have beer, soda, and water.”
     
    “I'll take a water please.”
     
    “I'm good.” Caleb responds.
     
    “Okay go out back and get comfortable, I'll grab your water Nyla and meet you out there.”
     
    “Thanks Jax.”
     
    He winks at me and walks off.
     
    Caleb and I walk through a set of doors leading out to his backyard. Tiki lights were lit throughout the yard, and several lanterns were hung up illuminating the area. People were in the pool, and some were sitting around talking. I look around and I spot Evan and Jeremy behind the grill.
     
    We make our way around the pool, and my attention is drawn to Mason, who’s talking to a group of people inside the pool.
     
    “Nyla!” Jeremy shouts bringing everyone's attention to him.
     
    “Hey you guys.”
     
    “Sup Nyla. Caleb” Evan speaks.
     
    I wave and Caleb nods in his direction.
     
    “You two hungry?” Jeremy asks.
     
    “I'm not hungry, I think I ate too much popcorn.”
     
    “Okay, well there's plenty of food. Can I get you something Caleb?”
     
    “Yeah man I'll take two burgers.”
     
    “Two burgers coming up.” Jeremy responds.
     
    “I see you've caught the attention of Mason. He's making his way over as we speak.” Caleb says to me. He grabs his plate from Jeremy and begins walking towards the house. “I'll catch you later Nyla.” He says over his shoulder.
     
    “Okay.” I respond.
     
    I take a deep breath and continue to watch Evan flip burgers on the grill when I feel drops of water hit my shoulders, then the gentle touch of someone's lips against my neck.
     
    I turn around and there he was dripping wet from head to toe. My eyes wander over his body and landing on his nipple rings.
     
    “Hey.” I say unable to take my eyes off of him.
     
    “I'm heading inside, you wanna come with me?”
     
    “Sure.”
     
    Surprising me, he reaches out and grabs my hand and leads me through the backyard and into the house. Every once and awhile, we would get stopped because someone wanted to talk to him. We walk across the house and down the short hallway and into a room.
     
    “This is my room.” He says cutting on the light switch. “Make yourself at home. I'm going to shower real quick.”
     
    He shuts his bedroom door and locks it, and makes his way into the attached bathroom, closing the door behind him. At the sound of the shower coming on, I decide to look around his room. The first thing that I noticed was the huge bookshelf that covered half his wall. I walk over and notice the books were mostly Non Fiction, Biographies, and books about music. I turn around and examine the rest of his room. His walls were painted a dark gray and posters of music icons were scattered across them. Several guitars sat on stands in the corner of his room near an oversized chaise arm chair, and his bed was large but simple, with a black headboard, and covered in a black and blue comforter. A large TV was mounted on the wall on the opposite wall with a small shelf underneath that stored his DVD collection. I walk over and kneel down to look at his collection, and smile when I see a lot of movies that were my favorites.
     
    I hear the shower shut off, but continue to browse his collection. Seeing one that I haven't seen in a while, I pick it up and start reading the description on the back when the door to the bathroom opens. Mason steps out still damp, with a towel hanging off his narrow hips, towel drying his hair.
     
    “Why do you have so many books?” I ask the first question that comes to my mind.
     
    He tosses the towel he was using to dry his hair, to the floor and walks over to his closet and pulls out some clothes, then he walks in my direction to a dresser that was sitting against the wall, and pulls out a