Free Lucky Break by Liliana Rhodes Page B

again.
    "You think I'm beautiful?"
    "You know you're beautiful. Don't play coy with me. When you're on stage–"
    "Yes, when I'm on stage."
    "Ok I get it, but you don't need the stage."
    He looked deep into her eyes and she felt lost, as if time and the world stood still. As he slid closer to her on the couch, she held her breath hoping he was going to kiss her.
    He slid his arm onto her shoulders and pulled her closer. With his other hand he softly stroked her cheek before moving his fingers into her hair. Her heart was pounding wildly. Tilting his head slightly, their lips were about to touch when he stopped.  
    "Never been on a date, huh?" He whispered, his lips so close to hers she could feel his breath. "Have you ever...?"
    She was too naive to really know what he implied, and the answer to anything he might mean would be the same anyway.  
    "No. Never. Nothing."
    He kissed her nose and stood up, turning away from her.  
    "You really should leave."
    "But why? What if I don't want to?"
    "There's a whole world out there you need to experience. You need to try things, make mistakes, and move on from them. I don't want to be one of those mistakes."
    "Fine," she said annoyed.
    Lucky felt drunk but she couldn't say if it was because of the alcohol or because of Jude. Whenever she saw him she felt a little drunk. She stood up to leave and lost her balance, but Jude quickly caught her and helped her back onto the couch.
    "Stay here. The couch pulls out, you can take the bed."
    "I guess I'll be one of the many who get to say they spent the night in Jude Morrison's bed."
    Lucky giggled softly as she felt her body slowly relaxing as everything finally caught up with her. Jude carried her into the bedroom, pulled the sheets back and laid her on the bed. He took her shoes off her then pulled the blankets up around her. After he put a glass of water on the nightstand beside her, he kissed her forehead and let her sleep.

 
    Chapter Eleven  
     
    Lucky woke to the sound of her phone vibrating on the nightstand next to her. Sunlight was just beginning to seep through the partially opened drapes.
    "Hello?" She whispered into the phone, then cleared her throat.
    "Did I wake you dear? You had us worried. You never forget to call before bed," her mother said.
    "Oh hi Mom, I'm sorry I was really tired last night."
    She looked around the room then spotted a pair of Jude's worn leather boots by the closet door. Shocked she sat up realizing she wasn't in her bed. Damn hotel rooms all look alike. As she tried remembering how she got there, she remembered barging in on him and groaned.
    "Is something wrong dear?"
    "No, no, Mom everything's fine. I just remembered something I forgot about."
    "How are things going with that new drummer of yours? Umm Jude...something. Isn't he that tattooed man on your wall?"
    "He's not there anymore Mom, that was in high school." She sighed, glad Jude couldn't hear the call. "He's fine. No, actually, he's great. He's an incredible musician."
    "That's good. Did I ever tell you a story I heard about him? You were too young for me to tell you before, but I guess now that you're a big rock star–"
    "I'm not a rock star, Mom."
    "Fine. Now that you're away on tour, I suppose you're old enough to hear this."
    "I'd rather not to be honest."
    "Remember your cousin Jessie? Well you know she's not the most conservative woman. Anyway she met him once while he was on tour with...what was the name of his band? Gold...silver?"
    "Silver. Silverlight. I really don't want to talk about this Mom."
    "But its a great story honey. Anyway Jessie managed to get back stage and meet the band. She took a liking to Jude and ended up back at his hotel room–"
    "Mom! Please!"
    "You need to hear this Olivia. I think its important."
    Lucky knew whenever her mom called her by her real name, she meant business. Defeated, she knew she had no choice but to listen to the story, this time not from a friend of a friend, but from her own mom, first