Expectations

Chapter 45

It's been just under a month since Alex and I started our relationship and we've been able to keep it hidden while on tour. All of the stolen kisses deep within backstage halls, loving touches when no one is looking, and late night rendezvous wandering foreign city streets have all gone unnoticed.

That is up until a week ago...

Just as I'm about to walk into Alex's dressing room, I hear heavy, jogging footsteps come up behind me, and before I can turn around to look, a pair of hands grab my waist and push me into the room.

"What the—"

I hear the door close, and the person that shoved me into the dressing room steps out from behind me and presses me up against the door.

"Hi, pretty girl." Alex grins, trapping me between his body and the door. His head is tipped down to look at me, causing a few strands of hair to fall in front of his eye.

"Hi," I squeak out, still a little startled. "Way to give me a heart attack." I reach up to brush his hair back and rest my hands on his chest.

"Sorry." He chuckles, not actually sorry at all. "Just excited to finally see my beautiful girlfriend that I haven't been able to see all day."

I can't help but giggle. "You saw me this morning," I remind him.

Granted, I haven't seen him as much as I normally do due to him being in meetings all morning with Chris and his label, but I did wake him up and bring him coffee before it all started.

"Yeah, for like five seconds," he mumbles, a pout on his face.

"Better than nothing," I counter teasingly.

"Will you shut up and just kiss me already?" he groans, already bending down to touch his soft lips to mine.

While gliding his lips over mine, a gasp emits from somewhere in the room.

"No way."

Alex and I quickly pull apart to see Shay standing in the bathroom doorway letting out a high pitched, excited squeal.

"Tell. Me. Everything." she demands, prancing over to the couch, looking like a kid on Christmas morning. Her eyes are wide and full of excitement, looking at us expectantly.

"Wha—... I—" I don't know what to say.

"Don't even try to deny anything," she threatens with a pointed look. "I literally just saw you two sucking face with my own eyes."

I let out a long sigh, knowing we're busted and there's no way of beating around the bush. "You can't tell anyone," I warn, pointing a stern finger at her.

"My lips are sealed." She pretends to zip her lips shut. "Now, spill."

I take a seat on the couch across from her and she sits on the edge of her seat, anxiously waiting for me to tell her our little secret.