But one thing was certain when I started to think him wiping my drool off was intimate…

I needed a vibrator. Pronto.

* * *

"None of you found it in your hearts to tell me it was fucking winter here?" I hissed at the three monsters standing there comfortably with hoodies on.

They stared at me with wide eyes as I bounced around the sidewalk with my arms crossed over my chest. It was fifty-ish degrees in Perth, and I'd been expecting it to be, oh, maybe eighty or eighty-five. Instead we were stuck outside baggage claim waiting for the promoter of the Australian tour to come pick us up, and I was freezing my imaginary balls off. I was from Texas. We had two seasons: fifty weeks of summer and two weeks of something between a semi-brutal winter and a crappy spring. If it were less than seventy degrees, you would never see me without a jacket on.

My lower back was bothering me after that last ridiculously long flight, and I never wanted to sit again. Well at least for a few hours. With only my cropped sweatpants and an old Ghost Orchid T-shirt on, I wasn't prepared for the wind. Apparently, everyone else had known what was in store. They were all in zip-ups or pullovers except me.

"Come here, I'll keep you warm," Mason heckled from his spot a few feet away.

I rolled my eyes and snickered. The members of The Cloud Collision were slowly trickling out of Customs and baggage claim since they'd lined up last with their work visas. I’d been fine coming in as a tourist on vacation.

"I'm sure one of us has an extra jacket you can borrow," Gordo said.

Not offering to let me borrow his.

Frowning, I walked around behind my brother and pressed myself, arms still crossed, against his back to block some of the wind. "So what's the plan?"

"What plan?" Eliza asked.

"Are we getting another bus or what?" I screeched when a particularly cold blast of wind hit us from behind.

Eliza laughed. "That's why I like you, Flabs. You're always up for whatever without worrying about the details."

"And that's probably why I always get in trouble with you," I snickered against his shoulder. It was true. Growing up, Eli would say “Let's go” and I'd go without questioning where. My trust in him had always been astronomical. Sure we'd get into trouble for being out of the house too long or doing things we shouldn't have been doing—this was namely just Eliza—but it had usually always been worth it.

He looked at me over his shoulder. "We're staying in hotels and the promoter is driving us around."

I nodded against him. It wasn't like I really cared if we were on a bus again or not, but the idea of sleeping on a real bed regularly sounded amazing. "Do I get my own room?"

"You're sharing one with me," Mason claimed.

"In that case, I'm sleeping in the hallway."

Eli snorted. "Dude, I wouldn't want to share a room with you either after that stunt you pulled—"

"I was sleeping," Mase groaned.

My brother didn't even wait for me to ask what Mason had done before he started talking. "I woke up one night when we were sharing a room a year ago, and this motherfucker was jacking off five feet away. I kept yelling, but he wouldn't wake up until I threw the phonebook at him. He's the reason why we don't share rooms anymore. I'll pay for it out of my own pocket so I don’t have to see that disgusting shit ever again."

"I was asleep," Mason echoed his earlier explanation.

Eli made a disgusted sound. "Whatever you say, man. Everybody is getting their own room anyway. I'm hoping to get some Aussie puss—"