VII

Zeke

Entering the movie theatre, I was in a pretty great mood. I had just received a phone call from some guy who wanted to meet up and discuss some band stuff with us. Apparently, he had heard about us and were 'interested'. Whatever that means. I wanted to go share the news with Dave, but I was also hoping that Elijah would be working. I hadn't spoken to him since I'd dropped him home from the concert a few days ago and I was dying to see him.

As I entered, I spotted Elijah immediately and it looked like he was on a break. He was stood, talking to someone on his phone. I planned to sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around him from behind, but then I heard the conversation.

"You don't understand. When I said he looked 'great'... I don't have the words. The way he looked on stage... Oh my god, I could barely breath, he was so hot."

Whoever was on the other end of that phone was obviously someone he was very comfortable with. He then lowered his voice even more to say the next part, which just made me lean in further, intrigued.

"-And his hips. His hips. When he moved them to the guitar, I just want him to..."

"Wanted me to what?" I purred into his ear, coming up behind him and wrapping my arms around him.

He squeaked and hung up the phone, turning around to look at me with alarm clear on his face.

"I am so glad I heard that. I didn't know you felt so strongly about my stage presence."

"Can you just forget you heard that?" Elijah groaned, his face burying into my chest as I chuckled at his deep blush.

"Not in a million years." I promised, tilting his head up to me and pressing a soft kiss against his lips, "Besides, that conversation was not nearly as bad as my song lyrics, so we're even, I guess."

"So that song was about me?" Elijah blushed, obviously remembering the stuff I said about him during that song.

I grinned mischievously, the lyrics engraved in my brain.

"I don't know another Elijah."

We hadn't spoken about the song, but it looks like Elijah had enjoyed it as much as I did. I smirked and leaned down to whisper in Elijah's ear, letting my breath fan down his neck.

"I'll send you a link for you to listen to it tonight."

"You two stop trying to mate like bunnies in my work place!" Bettie appeared out of nowhere, grabbing my collar and pulling me off of the dishevelled and blushing Elijah.

Just how I like him.

"That song was bad enough. I was shocked when that came through on my phone."

"You sent my employer that song?" Elijah groaned, hiding his face.

"I can't help it! She's in our band's group chat." I shrugged, trying to pry his hands off of his face.

"You have a group chat? What do you even talk about? You see each other every day." Elijah laughed, letting me take his hands.

"Oh you know: gigs, songs, set lists, you, you again, and, oh, more you." Dave showed up, giving his two cents to the conversation.

Bettie nodded in agreement.

"You're his muse." Dave wiggled his fingers in a mystical way, cooing.

A slight blush began to form on my own face and I tried to cover Elijah's ears, but he wriggled away.

"You're over exaggerating." I huffed.

"Guys, do you think Elijah liked the song? Oh, isn't Elijah really cute? Do you think it was too much kissing Elijah backstage? I want to text Elijah, should I? Would it be too much to write another song about Elijah?" Bettie listed off, making my cheeks turn red.

This was mortifying.

"Elijah, I would run whilst you still can; this one is obsessed with you."

"That's it. I'm leaving." I huffed, marching off to the exit, but I was stopped by a petite hand grabbing my own and pulling me back.

He had ran after me, leaving Dave and Bettie to giggle amongst themselves in the other room. It was then that he leaned up, on his tippy toes and placed a kiss against my lips.

I was shocked. Elijah making the first move was not something that I thought would ever happen. I sank into the kiss but quickly took charge, biting his lip as a small moan slipped out of his lips. Music to my ears. I was about to deepen it but Bettie grabbed my collar, yanking me away from Elijah once again. I groaned and sulked as she stood between us, dramatically telling us 'not in her work place'.

"What time do you finish today?" I asked Elijah, peering past Bettie, who refused to move, in order to talk to him.

"Um, six." Elijah blushed.

"Fancy coming round mine, later?"

"Elijah, your break is over." Bettie groaned, walking off to her office.

Elijah blushed but nodded in response to my question, waving at me before heading off to go sweep some more popcorn up. I leaned against the counter without taking my eyes off of Elijah's retreating figure. Watching him walk off, I could see his hips sway from side to side and it was really-

"Please stop getting hot and heavy with your boyfriend in front of the customers." Dave laughed, interrupting my thoughts of sweet Elijah's ass.

"He's not my boyfriend yet." I reminded him.

Elijah finally disappeared into a theatre room and I sighed, turning round to face an unimpressed Dave.

"You haven't asked him yet?" Dave shook his head, "I'd hurry up and ask him. Damn, you make out with him like that but won't ask him to be yours?"

"Chill. I'll do it soon." I chuckled.

I definitely wanted Elijah to be mine. He was intoxicating and I needed him to be with me.