Mason snickered and squeezed me one more time before dropping his arm with a sigh. "Speaking of nightmares, your brother and your honey bun are coming over; I think we made him jealous."

I rolled my eyes and got up to throw away both of our plates. Sure enough, Eliza and Sacha were right behind me in no time. But my gray-eyed friend, who had told the sold-out audience that night how much he liked brunettes, didn't seem flustered at all. The last thing I'd want to deal with was someone jealous over the likes of Mason. My Mason, who was like a hot adopted brother that escaped from a mental facility.

Once the other two joined us, we hung out for a couple of hours playing Spoons while they told me places we should try to go while the tour was in England. I wasn't really tired, but I went to bed at the same time as Eliza anyway, leaving Mason and Sacha in the living area watching television.

At some point once I’d dozed off, I woke up sensing pressure on my hand before I saw light coming through a crack in my curtains. Squinting, my eyes adjusted enough for me to be able to see it was Sacha touching me. His bunk was located directly above mine once more.

“You okay?” I whispered.

Those long fingers I admired on a regular basis stroked my jaw. “Yeah. I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” He didn’t give me a chance to ask what his intention had been. He ducked his head into my bunk, kissed my cheek, squeezed my shoulder and shut the curtain.

Yeah, I couldn’t go back to sleep after that. It wasn’t until at least ten minutes later that I started wondering why I hadn’t invited him to lay with me.

* * *

The next night, after an awesome show in Glasgow, I was already in bed when the curtain got pulled back. I knew who the intruder was before my eyes finished adjusting.

"I can't sleep," Sassy Pants whispered.

I yawned, thought for a second about how I could possibly answer, and then waved him in. He thought about it for as long as I did: one single second. There wasn't too much room in my tiny little bed but I didn't care, and apparently, when he climbed in immediately afterward, he didn't care either. It wasn’t the first time he’d slept next to me so whatever. The idea that this was moving fast, when in the past I’d waited more than four months before sharing a bed with my ex, didn’t occur to me. This was Sacha. My friend and more, and nothing felt like this—us—did.

I had to shuffle until my back was against the wall behind me while he wiggled in, closing the curtain behind him.

"Sing me a lullaby." He slid his arm around me effortlessly and pulled me to him, lining us up so we were face to face.

My laugh was weak and sleepy as I kissed his soapy-smelling, clean cheek. "Rock a bye, baby," I started. "Okay, goodnight."

Sacha laughed quietly into my skin, his hand stroking my lower back as he pressed his chest to mine. I could feel him tilting his head down to kiss the corner of my mouth. "Goodnight," he said, pressing those warm, warm lips to my sleepy ones.

How would he expect me to not reciprocate when that fantastic, full mouth touched mine?

Closed mouth, unhurried kisses piled on top of one another. Moments turned into minutes and soft pecks turned into softer, open-mouth kisses that had my heart racing. Sacha pulled back to let out a small breath, tucking me into him even more. His body was warm and firm; it took me all of thirty seconds to fall asleep after he kissed me one last time.

* * *

Mason's question haunted me for days.

What were Sacha and I?

We spent most of our time together. Okay, that was a fat, stinky lie. We spent all of our time together when it was possible. Between interviews, soundchecks, and my brother taking me places, we didn't get to spend all day joined at the hip but that was fine. When it was possible, it happened.