Adam turned to me, frowning like he tasted something atrocious. I curled my lip to convey to him the idea of us being together was even more disgusting to me. I couldn’t remember a time, even when we first met years ago, where I wanted to put my lips anywhere on his body. As cute as he was, my brain had slotted him into the friend category and he’d never left. Which was convenient since fucking bandmates was verboten.
