I should’ve said goodbye
But I can’t help but
Stay
You broke my heart
But I can’t help but
Stay
There’s something about your kiss
It leaves me breathless
I should’ve said goodbye
But I can’t help but
Stay
There’s something about the way
You say my name
Should’ve known you’d never change
Tell me you know it’s true
But I can’t walk away
I know I must
Stay
Chapter 14
Jameson
Earlier that night
I didn’t want to come out tonight, but Austin is in town and insisted. I know he wants to know what the hell I am doing in Nashville, and I do need to see what the cops did about Viola’s crazy stalker ass after she broke into my place in LA.
I slide into my seat and take a swig of the whiskey he has waiting for me. Fuck I needed that, I relax as the liquor warms my belly. It’s been one hell of a week. My crazy ex broke in and trashed my house. I’m back home and signed on to judge a talent show that will feature my high school sweetheart. I put in an offer on a house to be closer to my family—closer to Peyton. I’d be a liar if I said the longer that I am back home, the more I didn’t want her back. Fuck. Doesn’t matter what I want though. She’s engaged to be married. Sooner or later she’s going to go through with it, contract or not.
“Dude, so what’s up?” He asks me. “You’ve always avoided coming back home.”
I shrug after taking a large gulp of whiskey. “The show is the main reason, and now that I’m back home, shit keeps getting confusing as fuck.”
He lets out a low whistle, he knows all about Peyton. I never hid my life from him, and it was his party that changed everything. “Have you seen her?”
I give him a quick nod, but before I can say more my cell chimes with a text.
Bat Sister: Hey, big brother, we’re clubbing tonight, doesn’t her ass look fab? – Ruby texts me, including a picture of the back of Peyton that has my dick throbbing. Fuck she does look good. My little sister is stirring up trouble and she knows it. I should be pissed that she’s at a club, but I know Peyton watches out for the brat.
I rub my jaw taking one second to make a decision. “Let’s go to this club.” Austin smirks, knowing exactly where we’re off to.
“Gotcha, man. Let’s go see the amazing Peyton.” He chuckles, slapping me on the back.