Page 18 of Just Wait

Next time we visit Savannah, I want to get off the bus and spend some time touring the city. We did during our first tour, but that feels like a million years ago, and we’re only in town for a night this time.

I spend most of the early afternoon learning the layout of the venue.

There’s no practice room here, so the sound check will be on the main stage. The venue we’re at tonight is larger than some we’ve played in so far, but smaller than the amphitheaters and stadiums the label has booked for later on in the tour.

Benji told us this place holds just under five-thousand people. It’s going to be a shock for Tangled Desires. That’s significantly more people than they’ve played in front of yet, but it’s small compared to some of the shows we’ve done in the past.

Sometimes I prefer the smaller venues because it feels more intimate. There really is nothing like playing for thirty-thousand screaming fans, though.

No matter how many times I circle the building, I don’t run into Lumen, and it’s starting to annoy me.

I’m anxious and bored, which devolves into lingering outside Tangled Desires’ bus.

That also doesn’t magically produce the tiny woman.

Fine.

She’s probably five-four or five-five, but that’s like a foot shorter than me.

While I’ve always had an affinity for blondes, I love how her eyes stand out compared to her dark hair. They’re light bluish-gray with green specks, and I can’t wait to see if they change based on what she’s wearing.

I’m still not sure what her scent means, but it has to mean something.

It’s sweet and fruity, but there’s this electric undertone that I’ve never smelled before on another human being.

It’s stormy and chaotic.

That makes no sense.

I don’t even know if she’s an omega. It’s rare that I can’t pick out someone’s designation after smelling them, but either way, it doesn’t matter.

She’s all I can focus on.

The itchy ache under my skin tells me the only thing that will lessen my misery is being close to her.

Tangled Desires shows up to practice, and I can feel my forehead wrinkle.

She’s not with them.

Why isn’t she with them?

It’s not creepy at all that I’ve paced this entire venue bare trying to find her.

I’m obviously just a concerned citizen.

Not a stalker.

“Yo, man,” Theo says, swaggering his way over and holding out a hand. “My girl said you stepped in last night when security got handsy.”

“Yeah.” I slap his hand and nod.

It’s a battle not to bring up how handsy I’ve seen him getting with some of the groupies when Lumen isn’t around.

It’s a fine line, and I get that.

It’s a balancing act between keeping the fans happy while setting boundaries. They want to feel like they have a real chance at bagging a rock star, but that doesn’t mean we’re under any obligation to fuck them.

I haven’t seen him fully cross the line.