I winced. "Eli said something about going to eat, do you want me to bring you something back so you can stay here and rest?"

Sacha nodded, sighing. "Please. Just food. I'm just going to make some tea, shower and lay down—"

"Naked?" I asked him, waggling my eyebrows to get his mind away from feeling crappy.

He snickered. "For you, anything."

Planting another kiss on his lips that lingered decades, I dropped another one on his throat and started backing away toward the door before stopping. What the hell was I doing leaving? “Do you want me to stay?”

“I’ll be fine. I’d rather stay here and you bring me something back.”

I eyed him for a second before nodding. "Call Eli if you need me, okay?"

"I will," he scoffed halfheartedly. "Cheap-ass."

Still on my case about refusing to turn on my cell phone so that I could avoid roaming charges, I winked and walked out of the room. Eli stood down the hall with his hands buried in the pockets of his loose shorts. He waved me over before we made our way out of the hotel and toward an open restaurant.

"You all right?" I asked.

He nodded slowly, the growing curls on his head catching my attention. "I still feel like shit, and I’m ready to go home."

"I hear ya.” Because I did. I was tired of hotels, little to no privacy, and always being on the move, but the idea of not seeing the people I’d grown so close to over the last three months regularly, bummed me out even more.

Opening the door before me, he narrowed his eyes. "Did you figure out what you're doing yet when we get back?"

I groaned. "No."

"No idea?" He didn't believe me. I usually had a plan for everything.

In this case, I only had the next four days planned. After that…

"Not a single one," I sighed.

"What about your honey boo?" His question was low and cautious.

Eliza and I hadn't really talked about the situation with Sacha very much. It was weird, at least with my brother. He knew how I felt about him, using that special sixth sense, and he'd been the first one to tell me that Sacha felt the same way in return, but still. I knew Sacha's intentions were pure and honest. That didn't mean the future still wasn't scary and full of variables.

"He's planning on visiting a week after we get home."

Eliza raised an eyebrow. "Huh."

"What?"

He shrugged too slowly. "That's… soon."

"And?"

"It's good," he explained. "It makes me happy, Flabby. That kid thinks you're the greatest thing on the planet, and I'm glad he does. You deserve somebody like that.” When my eyes started to get watery at his commentary, he yanked on the end of my ponytail really hard. "No crying allowed. Stop it."

"You love me."

He groaned and looked away. "Yeah, I do, estupid. That's my nice deed of the year."

I laughed before wrapping both of my arms around his giant bicep. "Thanks, E. I'm glad you invited me to come on tour."

Eli shot me a sick glance before opening his mouth, sticking his finger part of the way inside in a gagging motion. "Trust me. We all know how thankful you are that you came on tour, you dirty whore."

He wasn't surprised at all when I punched him in the stomach.

"You two lovebirds will figure it out. I won't be touring for a while, but you're more than welcome to go out with us again when the next one is confirmed," he said. “We can still get a place together.” I opened my mouth to say we should do it, but he put up a hand. “Think about it. Give it a few weeks to see what happens, Flabs. All right?”