Toxic Gods has a booking tomorrow night which they tried to get out of, but couldn’t, so this is it. I’ve been trying hard not to think about it all day, but my bad mood can attest to my failure.
“Take your time in the bath, and then get dolled up. But you’re to stay in your room while I set things up. I’ll come get you when I’m ready.” He produces a glass of bubbly from behind his back, handing it to me.
I love you.
It’s on the tip of my tongue. I want to say it so badly, but it’s only going to make things worse. I can’t stay in Ireland. I’ve got to return home. “Thank you.” I kiss him softly. “You’re the best.”
I cry quietly in the bath, wishing things could be different, cursing my fragile heart for falling for someone I can’t have. Even if there were a way for me to stay in Ireland, Dillon probably won’t be here for much longer. Toxic Gods is going places. It’s only a matter of time before his star explodes, and I can’t go through that whole scene again.
I’ve got to let him go. For his sake and mine.
I just don’t know how I’m going to do it.
“Don’t peek,” Dillon says a couple of hours later, leading me up the stairs to the roof with his hand over my eyes.
“I’m not,” I lie, totally trying to squint through the gap in his fingers to see what he’s done.
He brings us to a halt and removes his hand. “Surprise.”