Finding the Dream (For the Love of Music #1.5) Read Free Page B

stomach skittered around at being so close to the guy she’d fallen asleep thinking about for far more nights than she’d ever admit.
    She watched Donovan’s ass as they headed up the steps to his apartment. No, their apartment. And then her eyes floated to his red hair, and then back to his ass…
    She really needed a new obsession. As she’d gotten older, she started to realize she had probably been a pain more often than not to her older brother and his best friend, and she wished she could take some of it back. Okay. A lot of it back. Donovan had lived with her family when she was in middle school, putting her solidly in the position of “little sister.”
    It was okay though. She had steps of getting him to see her for who she really was, and then, with any luck, he might start to see her as a possibility. It felt silly, even in her mind, but the thought of being with Donovan in a very real way wasn’t funny at all. It would be…amazing.
    Instead of focusing on Donovan, she had to focus on moving into her first apartment. That was monumental.
    Donovan unlocked the door, and pushed it open. This time she was stepping into her first place without her parents.
    She set down her box and pulled out her phone, heading straight for twitter.
    New Digs! I’m twenty and just barely moved out on my own! #Lame? #OrStillOK? Either way #HAPPEE
    Donovan’s brows twitched in some kind of confused look as he watched her hit “Tweet” and she finally slowed her brain down enough to really look at him. A Great Outdoors t-shirt from the store, jeans, the motorcycle boots that only someone like him could pull off. The barbell in his eyebrow that she wanted to press her lips to.
    Gah! She was doing it again. Obsessing. Like she had all through dinner instead of eating. She forced herself to turn toward the small living room. Brown blah couch and massive TV, and...that’s it. “Where’s your guitars? Music posters?”
    “Oh.” He scratched his head. Folded his arms. Unfolded his arms. Leaned against the counter.
    Was Donovan fidgeting?
    She opened to twitter again, real quick.
    What does it mean when guys fidget? #Help
    She was about to hit “Tweet” when she realized that she already had twenty responses to moving in, and she had a lot of work to do that night. Maybe no tweeting for guy advice…right now…
    “Guitars?” she prompted.
    “I think they’re in Hanson’s room, and with him gone, it’s sort of turned into storage…” He cringed. “I promise I’ll help you get some of the stuff out of there, okay?”
    She dismissed him with a wave, already well acquainted with her brother’s sloppiness. “Totally fine.”
    But wait. Why weren’t his guitars in the living room? He was always playing. Having them in a room that didn’t even belong to him felt so...inconvenient. Donovan shoved his hands in his pockets and Sierra’s hands followed the movement right toward his crotch. How his jeans seemed to be slightly displaced from his…
    “You look so…” edible, manly, sexy, older, mature, lickable… She forced her eyes back up to his face. “Good.”
    “Thanks.” He cocked his head to the side, his perfect, red hair curving around his ears and over his forehead. “What?”
    “You have such great hair.” She grasped her phone harder before she was tempted to touch his hair like an idiot.
    Van chuckled, the freckles on his face crinkling, but even then… Even with the tiny wrinkles, he still looked her age instead of twenty-four. “Yeah. I need a cut. And the curse of red hair is that I seem to look about five years younger.”
    She fought for something to say to make him know she’d grown up, but came up with nothing.
    “How’s music going?” she asked, desperate to change the subject. And also because she was still curious about the missing guitars. She’d posted one of his songs on her blog a couple months ago, and it had gone totally viral—well, viral on the “Sierra scale” with just into