Free Mars by Jasmine Rose Page B

rest of the band follows. I look at Logan, who is smiling wider than anyone else and screaming along with them.
     
    “VEGAAAS!” shouts Chris Martin, as the background music of the first song begins. It is a slow one, A Sky Full of Stars.
     
    He rests his chin on the top of my head. He does this a lot now; it’s my favorite thing in the world. I am afraid to squeeze him too hard, with the fear of him collapsing in my arms. He is fragile, but his way of being represents him as the one of the strongest people I know.
     
    “Amaryllis?” whispers Logan, close to my ear, as I hold up my phone to join in the flashlight wave. I sway along to the sweet, raw music.
     
    “Not now. Watch your band play.”
     
    “Wait, I need to say this. There used to be a time where I was mad at God for making me get cursed to die before I fell in love,” he says softly, holding my face in his hands. “But God sent you to me. You’re my angel.”
     
    I want to cry of joy and heartache, but I don’t.
     
    I squeeze his hand. “And you’re mine. Now shut up and enjoy the music.”

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    27
    Home
     
     
     
     
    “Amaryllis? C’mon, baby, wake up. Amarylliiiis? Please wake up. Babe. Babe. Baby, please?”
     
    Mentally, I am punching whoever is saying this so hard they lost consciousness. But, I recognize the voice and wake up with a start. Logan is looking down at me with twinkles in his eyes so bright the biggest star in the universe would be jealous.
     
    “Logan?”
     
    He smiles at me. “Come with me.”
     
    “Uh, it’s 4 am. I need sleep.”
     
    “Pleeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase. Baby, pleaaaaaaaase.”
     
    “No, the concert killed me,” I whisper, fearing that his mom will hear me and wake up.
     
    “I’m already getting killed anyway,” he jokes. At my glare, he stops smiling. “Please. I want to show you something.”
     
    I groan. “Fine. Now?”
     
    He eagerly nods. I get the covers off me and watch as his eyes widen. I look down to where he is looking and blush. Since the motel apparently put too much heating in the rooms, I ended up wearing short yoga shorts to bed. This means that my freshly shaved legs, my short ones might I add, are completely exposed to him.
     
    I grab the sweatpants beside the bed and reach to put them on.
     
    He takes my hand, throws me a hoodie I recognize as his. He had forgotten it at my house and I decided to keep it because it was too big and it smelled like him. I throw it on.
     
    We creep out of the bedroom slowly and close the door carefully. He starts running to the elevator and he presses the lowest floor button. I stare at him questioningly, but I trust him.
     
    He gets out and leads me to a big room I recognize as the pool area.
     
    “Are you serious?” I say.
     
    He shrugs. “There’s a hot tub.”
     
    “But—fine.”
     
    I look down at my sweatshirt and ponder on the fact that if I take it and the shirt I have under off, I’d only be in my bra.
     
    He is already taking his shirt off and dipping his toe in the water. He takes his jeans off and sits in the hot tub area, sighing with contentment.
     
    ASDFGHJKL.
     
    He looks incredibly hot.
     
    Like out of this world hot.
     
    Like the-sun-is-jealous hot.
     
    His eyes meet mine and he raises an eyebrow.
     
    “Why aren’t you sitting in this marvel of the world with me?”
     
    I shift my feet awkwardly. “I don’t have a swimsuit.”
     
    “Pish, posh. You have the shorts, which I am still debating if they are underwear or not, and you can take the hoodie and shirt off.”
     
    Insecurity is gnawing at me like a monster about to swallow me. I didn’t even like to wear bikinis, and Ethan, well, he had seen me before. Let’s just say that our make-out sessions could get a little overboard.
     
    Taking my hoodie off, I stare at my shirt. Thinking off the polka-dot black bra I have under it makes me thank God I didn’t decide to sleep without a bra. I am soon clad in