knock, knock

My ears perk up like a dog when I hear the soft knocks on my door, immediately slipping off the bed and rushing to the door. Excitement bubbles in me, along with some not needed nerves. We’ve been in this situation for so long, there should be no reason to be nervous. Yet, still, I find myself adjusting my shirt and hair as I approach the door.

This has become a routine for us, not that we asked for it to be like this. But we’ll make the most of the situation we were given.

Being in such a public figure band is a dream, but it has it’s downsides. I mean, come on, did they expect not a single one of us to end up falling for the only girl in our band? The only girl that’s acceptable for us to get somewhat close to? Yeah, they’re stupid for that.

The feelings between us grew over time, and I’d felt like I’d won out on some lottery or something. Between four guys, you chose me to sneak around behind our managements backs with. I’m pretty damn lucky.

Our management wouldn’t allow our relationship to happen, they wouldn’t even acknowledge it. They told us to break up or leave the band, and, well, that second one wasn’t even an option. Not when things are just drumming up to be huge. So, we ‘broke up’, for all intents and purposes. What they don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

They work us like dogs anyway, we deserve some pushback—some rebellion—and this is that. Even if we’re keeping it a complete secret and have no plan to tell on ourselves any time soon.

So, we’ve formulated ways to keep our relationship alive while also making sure absolutely no one knows. Not even the other boys. If we’re backstage before a show with all the guys, we’ll be texting each other the entire time. If we’re on the tour bus, we’ll hang out in the lounge area until everyone else goes to sleep. And, like tonight, when we’re in hotels for the night, we’ll sneak into each other’s rooms far past midnight.

We even have a secret knock code so we know it’s one of us.

And that was our knock.

I let out one last breath before yanking the door open. My eyes only register you for a split second before you’re throwing yourself at me. Yeah, having to be separated practically all day every day makes us a little antsy. Your legs wrap around my waist, my hands going to your thighs to keep you up. And, God, when your lips descend onto my neck, all bets are off.

I’m walking you over to the bed without a second thought, laying you down and—oh, wow, that’s a small bed.

Okay, so maybe we’re not being as inconspicuous as we could be… Seeing as management is in charge of booking us these rooms and they’ve stopped giving me queens and started giving me…two twin beds. Trying to keep us separated, even if we end up in the same room.

I pull back slightly from you, but you’re a woman on a mission at this point, tugging me back and yanking at my shirt. Struggling, I wrench your hands off and put them by your sides, seeing your adorable pout that almost makes me cave and take you on this tiny ass bed. But, I resist.

“Hold on, one second.” I hop off of you and you whine. “I just need one second, baby. I promise.” My mind races through my options here, what I can do to fix this. “Just stay right there. Don’t move— Well, actually, I might need your help.”

An idea pops in my head, one stupid enough that it just might work. “Stand on that side of the bed and push it toward mine, okay?” I rush to the other twin bed and we both push. You grunt and groan with the force you’re using and I stifle a laugh, pushing my side towards yours with ease.

Soon enough, the two twins connect to make a half-decent queen sized bed. Hell yeah. We make eye contact from across the way, a silent conversation happening. And just like that, we’re both jumping on the bed, resuming our position with you beneath me.

“Much better…”