Saul stayed with me nearly every night for the next couple of weeks leading up to the day he left for the tour. He would sit with me at the bar and flirt with me while I served until 2. Then we would walk home together, looking at the guitar every time we walked past it. Every time it was there.
We'd get home and have amazing sex all over the apartment. Sometimes multiple times a night. Then we'd drink some Jack and watch MTV together before getting too drunk, showering together, and then finally going to bed.
Every night was the same.
Every night was perfect.
Waking up this morning was the worst, however.
"No, I don't want to wake up," I said keeping my eyes closed. Saul laughed and kissed my cheek.
"Come on please shower with me," He said pulling me to the edge of the bed.
"No," I responded. He laughed, pressing a kiss on my bare stomach, "Suit yourself."
"No stay here," I shouted to him. I heard his laugh and then heard the shower start. Son of a bitch. I got up and followed him into the bathroom.
"Oh hi," he said grabbing my waist and pressing me gently against the wall.
"Today is the day you leave," I whispered. His face fell and he nodded.
"Unfortunately it is," he said grabbing a strand of my blonde hair and twirling it between his fingers, "Please don't make me spend it trying to coax you out."
I nodded and grabbed his head pulling him toward me, engulfing him in a kiss. It had been a month and a half since I met Saul and the rest of the boys. I can't imagine my life without them. They were my friends and he was possibly the love of my life.
He lifted me up, deepening the kiss as we stepped into the shower. He pressed me gently against the cold tile and a shiver went down my spine. Maybe I could just not go to work and follow the boys to Seattle for the first stop on their tour.
"Let me come with you," I said pulling away. He smiled and started kissing down my neck.
"You have work, my love," he said in between kisses.
"Fuck work," I responded. He laughed before sucking on my sensitive spot getting a groan out of me.
"You're coming to Colorado, you can miss Seattle," he whispered into my ear before sucking gently on my ear lobe, sending chills down my body.
"But I don't want to miss you," I said scraping my hands down his back. He licked up my neck before making eye contact.
"I won't stop you, but I am going to say it's okay to stay here because I will see you again in a week," he said carefully finding my collar bone leaving hickeys along the bone as he moved.
"A week, that's not too bad," I breathed out. He hummed in agreement before grabbing my ass.
"Now enough talking," he growled and I listened.
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After our "shower," we decided to go into the music store to get some picks and strings for the tour. The venues were each paying them for the ticket sales so he felt a little more comfortable spending money now.
We walked in and looked around the store. He picked up a couple of bags of picks and several packs of strings. On the back wall was a tall black hat that fascinated me. I picked it up and set it on my head. Saul turned the corner saw me and smiled.
"Whaddya think?" I asked, an unlit cigarette hanging from my mouth.
"I think I need that," he smiled grabbing it from my head, walking to the counter. I stayed and looked at my guitar. I couldn't wait until I could get it, which would be soon I think.
He walked over wearing the tall black hat. It looked great on him, "I'm bringing this on tour. I think it'll be my thing."
"I think it's perfect," I smiled at him kissing him before we walked out. I set my cigarette behind my ear as we walked back to my car. I had to drive him back to Hell House so we could pack, which I agreed to help him with.
He pulled on his sunglasses and grabbed my hand squeezing it tightly. I wasn't ready to watch him leave, even though I knew he would be following his dream. I squeezed his hand tightly back. He pulled the cigarette from behind my ear and placed it on his lips. He grabbed the lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette. We walked up to my car and slid in.
Saul kept his hand on my leg the whole drive to Hell House. When we got there he pulled me closer to him before I could get out of the car, "I don't know what I'm going to do without you."
"I don't know what I'm going to do without you," I whispered back placing my hands on his shoulders and running them down his biceps, "This is a good thing though. You're making it out. You're doing something amazing."
"Yeah, yeah," He laughed, kissing my neck.
"Come on, you guys' have to get going soon," I laughed leaning over him and opening the door. He pulled me out with him and he walked inside. His black hat still on top of his head.
When we walked into the house, the weed smell was almost gone and there were bags and instruments all neatly placed near the door.
"Hey Lily," Steven beamed walking over to me and grabbing me into a hug.
"Hey Steven," I laughed as he gently squeezed me.
"I don't know how that one is going to do with you gone," He laughed letting me go and picking up a cigarette. I laughed and felt a blush creeping up.
"Fucking finally," Axl said walking out into the room, "Can you go pack a bag? We gotta go. Hey Lily, sorry."
"Hey Ax, it's fine. Y'all got dreams to follow," I responded with a small smile.
"When you come out I'll bring you up and you can sing with us," Axl smiled walking over and pulling me into a hug, "Gotta hear that voice of yours."
"So do I," Saul slapped my ass and began walking down the hall.
"Ax, you don't have to do that," I started.
"I want you. Let me know the song and you can come up with us. No questions," He smiled at me. I nodded and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you, really," I said. He laughed and kissed my cheek back. I walked back to Saul's room to help him pack.
He was already stuffing random clothes into a duffle bag when I walked in. I walked over to the wall of guitars and started taking them down, carefully placing them into their cases. I figured he would want all three since he liked using different ones for different songs. I carefully closed the cases and picked them up, bringing them over to the door.
"Slash, hurry up man," Izzy called down the hallway, "The car's here."
I took a deep breath and walked back into his room. He sat on the bed slightly frozen. I walked over and leaned down in front of him, placing my hands on his knees, "What is it?"
"What if I start using again?" He whispered. I clutched his cheek and gently squeezed his knee at the same time.
"Then you call me and I drive to you. I don't care what time it is, or how much you've used. You call me," I said. He nodded and pulled me into a hug. I knew this was something that was going to happen. I didn't want to tell him to try not to, because I knew he was already going to do that, and I didn't want to threaten him. He just needed to know I would be there no matter what.
"I think I'm in love with you," He said grabbing the small of my back.
"I think I'm in love with you too, rocker boy," I smiled. He laughed and pulled me into a passionate kiss. The start of our goodbye.
"Slash, fucking Christ man! Come on!" Axl shouted down the hallway. I took a sharp inhale and broke our kiss. We both stood up. I grabbed his duffle and he grabbed the last guitar case and we walked out into the hallway.
"I'm ready, so shut the fuck up and move," Saul said. The guys picked up their things and walked out toward the small car parked behind my Corvette.
I grabbed another guitar case and he grabbed the last one and we walked out to the car, carefully placing everything inside. The rest of the guys walked back and forth grabbing the rest of their stuff and piling it inside.
"Okay," Saul breathed out.
"It's going to be okay," I assured him. He nodded and pulled me into a hug, resting his head on top of mine.
"Call me when you can, okay?" I breathed out. He nodded and kissed the top of my head. Axl, Duff, and Izzy piled into the front seat of the car. Steven came running out of the holding a pack of cigarettes.
"I will call you whenever I can get these guys to stop," He responded, "And then every night once we get there."
"I know," I nodded. He lifted me up, guiding my legs around his waist. He squeezed me tighter as Steven got into the car.
"Come on Slash," Axl said honking the horn.
"Shut the fuck up, Axl. Just because you're a lonely piece of shit doesn't mean he needs to be," Izzy spat. Axl groaned and leaned back in the seat.
"I love you so much," Saul whispered in my ear.
"I love you," I responded. He pulled away just enough to kiss me passionately. After a second he pulled away and handed me his key.
"Take whatever you want from my room," He said, "I will see you soon."
I nodded and jumped down. He got into the back seat and slammed the door closed.
"I'll see you guys next week!" I waved, "Good luck."
"Bye Lily," They all said in unison as Axl started the engine and drove off. Leaving me in front of Hell House. It wasn't until the car turned down the street that a tear fell down my cheek.