True Body Rock (Rockstar Romance) (The Body Rock Series Book 4) Read Free Page A

confused.
    “What? Why does that matter?”
    Furrowing her eyebrows, Lola set her intense stare right on me. It was impossible to break away. “Because it's something about you I don't know. Tell me about your family, about learning to play. Just give me more information about yourself.”
    “You're acting weird.” Lola flinched at my observation, but she didn't look close to backing off. What's this all about? Why the sudden digging into my life? “I don't like this inquisition. You're asking me things that don't matter.”
    “Then what does matter?”
    Grabbing my notebook, I spun it on the table, jammed my finger onto it. “This! Our final tour performance is tomorrow night. Let's start practicing so we can show everyone out there how serious this is!”
    “Maybe you should show me how serious we are, first!” Scowling, Lola pushed out of the seat. “You said we were dating, that you're my boyfriend, now. I hardly know anything about you!”
    We hung on the precipice of destruction. I could see it in her eyes, knew she was about to storm off that bus if I didn't do something. Pulling in a lungful of air, I stood up to block the aisle. “Lola, listen. What you're poking at here... maybe there's a reason I don't want to go into it. Okay?”
    Holding her ground, she looked into my eyes and didn't waver. “So there is something you're hiding from me.”
    Frost darted through my veins. What does she know? “Everyone hides things.” Lola's eyes rippled, hinting at a deep guilt. She had hid things from me, too, until recently. I was sure I could have turned the whole conversation on its head until she felt bad about pressing me.
    Instead, I settled for wrapping her hands in mine. Her breath caught as I pulled her against my chest, my voice soft in the silence of the bus. “Lola, listen to me. You want to know more about my past, but it's just not worth knowing. Nothing about who I was before we met is important.”
    She leaned into me, stiff as old bread. The way she was resisting me, all while her heart thumped along my ribs, just encouraged me to try and break her down. Before I could do anything beyond inhaling along the side of her throat, Lola squeezed my fingers and turned away. “Everything about you is important. Past, present, and even future. Isn't it the same for you, about me?”
    Shit. She had me there. I wanted to know, to have, everything about Lola Cooper. Gingerly, I glided my fingers up her arms, explored her goosebumps. When I reached her shoulders, I cupped the smooth skin and held her still. “Please trust me. When I say my old life isn't important, I mean it. I don't want you asking me about it.” I don't want to explain or rehash or—just anything. “Alright? Lola?”
    Her eyelashes hid those blues from my view. “No. It's not alright.” Her elegant neck arched back, allowing her to look at me so matter-of-factly. “You told me not to lie, or to act tough when I'm faking it. So I won't. I'm frustrated you won't talk to me. Hell, I'm even mad about it. But, I also won't force you to tell me about your past.” Untangling herself, she scooped up the notebook from the table. “Come on. You wanted to practice, let's go do it.”
    The air around me felt... colder. Watching her taught spine, how her shoulders were pulled back sharply enough to treat her shirt like a coat hanger, I regretted my words. But what else can I do?
    In what world would telling Lola about my fucked up life help either of us?
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    W e had the practice room to ourselves for some time. That was good, because I was rusty as hell on guitar, and didn't want Colt and Porter watching me fumble. We should have practiced sooner. It didn't help that I was feeling the pressure from Lola's glum mood.
    Tightening my strings, I glanced up at her where she sat so close. We both needed to see the sheet of paper with the music notes, especially as we randomly scribbled changes while we worked.
    The song we were creating was coming