Falling Down(3)

"Jesse!" Sera calls out.
Unh. She tugs me along behind her as she walks over to him. Oh. My. God.
"Ladies. How are you today?" Oh that smile.
"Good, we're good," Sera says as she smacks my arm. I give some semblance of a smile which I'm sure looks hideous. I'm such an idiot. His mouth kicks up into a grin--dimples!
My gaze zeroes in on his piercings. He's got a hoop in his eyebrow and another through his bottom lip. Could he be any sexier? Yes, yes he could. How you might wonder? Well, he's wearing a tight black Chevelle t-shirt and worn, faded, and ripped jeans along with a pair of scuffed black boots. Hot! Both of his arms are full of tattoos that I wish I could focus on, maybe trace with my tongue, but, well, zombieland and I'm not so sure my tongue on his body would be welcome at this point.
Sera rolls her eyes at me. "You're traveling alone?"
He nods. "The band is in L.A."
She pouts. I know she was hoping to see Falling Down's lead guitarist and Jesse's brother, Ben Kingston. Sera started crushing on him in tenth grade when they came out with their third album that was a bit harder than their previous ones. Her favorite song to date is My Fantasy which was the title song off of that album and spent thirty-seven weeks at the top of the charts.
"My friend, Lucy, would like to get your autograph." I stand there frozen.
"Is that so, Lucy?"
Still frozen. I refuse to try to speak. I don't want to "unh" in front of him. This is embarrassing enough.
He reaches out to take the pen and paper from my hand and as he leans forward he whispers, "It's okay, Lucy. I won't bite. Well, unless you want me to, of course." He flashes those straight, white teeth and winks. Whiskey-colored eyes dance with humor and I sigh on the inside because I seriously can't snap out of this, whatever it is.
He signs the paper, taking his time. He caps the pen and places it and the paper in my hand, closing my hand around the items so I don't drop them. He doesn't let go of my hand and my eyes zoom in on that. Holy hell. Jesse Kingston is holding my hand--it was just for a few seconds, but he held my hand! His fingers are slightly callused, no doubt from playing his guitar and wow, am I starting to sweat?
"Are you going to be alright, Lucy?"
"Um…" Hey! It's better than unh.
Sera signs in exasperation. "She'll be fine. She's just had the biggest crush on you forever."
I register what she said and vow that as soon as I can move I'm going to kick her ass. And here it comes--the blush. It creeps up my neck to my face. I'm sure I'm a lovely shade of red right now and red is so not my color.
"Really?"
"Oh yeah. She's been following your career since you went national your junior year in high school."
"Wow," he says with a smile at me. "That's a long time."
"Yeah, it is. She ran around screaming when your first album debuted and when your video came out she threw a party."
"That's dedication."
He's still smiling. I stare at those amazing lips. I want to lick them. Nibble on them and tug on that lip ring bit with my teeth.
I manage to blink.
"Hey, I think she's coming out of it," he says.
I shake my head. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry."
He flashes those pearly whites again--and those dimples. "No worries."
"I'm Lucy."
"Nice to meet you Lucy," he says, that callused thumb caressing my hand as he shakes it, sparks zinging up my arm, more moisture pooling at the apex of my thighs--I am a hormonal teenager and let me tell you this man makes them rage. He reaches out and tucks a strand of my brown hair behind my ear and I don't think my heart can take it.