Wanted Backstage

I’m enjoying “Good Girls”, the show is coming to an end, when I feel a hand on my shoulder that interrupts my thoughts. I turn around to see a Security Guard, which is very frightening, even though he doesn’t look angry at all. I think he even has a smile on his face.
“Is there a problem, Sir?” I ask, trying to be as polite as possible.
“No problem, Ma’am. But I have a request from Mr. Hemmings for you to meet him backstage. If that is alright with you, I ask you to follow me Ms,”


2. An Unexpected Encounter

        I awaken the next morning fully energized. I yawn, rub my eyes, and decide to shower. I turn on the water and wait for it to heat up.  I decide to check my phone, I unlock it to find a text from Luke.

From: Lukeyy(:

Hey love, it's Luke. I am so excited for tonight! But in order to pick you up, i need to know what hotel and room number you're in lol. I'm glad i remembered this morning to ask you. Let me know when you get a chance (: xx

      Instinctively, I smile at his text, and reply immediately.

To: Lukeyy(:

Morning Luke! I'm also pumped for tonight(; I'm in the Sheraton just down the street from the Sheraton. Room 305. xx

      I set my phone down on the counter, put on some music, and hop in the shower. The thought of Luke Hemmings makes me giggle to myself. He's gorgeous. His shaggy blond hair, his blue eyes, the way he gets so into a concert. He loses himself in the music. This is literally a dream come tru-

      I'm interrupted by the knock on the hotel room door. My eyes widen as i have no idea who it is. I'm done in the shower anyway, so i hop out and wrap the small towel around my torso. I open the bathroom door and tip-toe to the hotel room door. Before i approach the peep hole, the door widens. I hold my breath, having no idea who it is. I can't believe i forgot to lock the door. I run back into the bathroom before the intruder sees me, standing naked with only a towel on. I feel safe now that i am in the bathroom. I put my ear to the door to listen to the intruder and every step they make. 

       "Jocelyn?" an Australian accent asks. Oh thank god, it's just Luke. I open the door and emerge from the bathroom, still in my towel, only to be greeted by Luke right outside my door. I trip on the rug on the floor and fly onto him. We both get knocked onto the floor by the force. 

       I'm speechless. As i lay here, on the floor of my hotel room, on top of Luke Hemmings, in just a towel.

      "Ahem," he coughs, the giggles. "Hello to you, Jocelyn." He laughs as he looks down to see I just have to short towel on. "What an entrance, if i must say so myself." I am so embarrassed.

      "I'm so sorry!" I help myself up off the ground to be accompanied by Luke. "I can't believe i forgot to lock the hotel room door. I got so scared. I-I thought it was an intruder so i hid in the bathroom," I begin to laugh at myself, realizing how ridiculous i must look and sound to Luke.

        He giggles at me. "No, don't be sorry," he winks and looks me up and down, I blush, but also enjoy his reference. "I shouldn't have just walked in on you. I just got so excited because when you texted me back, i realized we are in the same hotel so i came down here to say hello. And what a hello you gave me, love." He smiles and giggles.

        I laugh, and look at him. His eyes are beautiful. I am too busy looking into his eyes to realize he's closing the gap between us until his lips meet mine. He kisses me with such passion. We both stand in my hotel room, his hand pushing my damp hair out of my face as we fight over dominance with our tongues. After a few moments, we need a breath, so we back away, and deeply breathe in.

        "Wow," I say, astounded by his kiss. "I like you," i tell him.

        "And i like you," he answers me. 

        I smile, then widen my eyes, remembering I'm in just a towel. "I should probably put some clothes on," i say, walking over to my suitcase, grabbing a bra, a thong, and a cute little outfit i had put together before i got in the shower that consisted of leggings, an oversized pink lace shirt, a jean jacket, and a grey scarf.

        "I mean, if you insist," he replies, giggling to himself as he walks over to my bed and lays down, kicking off his shoes. God, is he hot.

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