Lugging my duffle bag over my shoulder, I laugh at the site of Bawdy's tour bus outside of my apartment. It sticks out like a sore thumb on my little apartment street lined with regular cars.

After getting home last night (and pinching myself multiple times to make sure I wasn't dreaming), I quickly packed. I knew that I wasn't going to wake up early enough to do it in the morning, and I was running on pure excitement. Having little to no details of what we are doing this weekend, I threw in a few outfit change options. I opted for a pair of sweat shorts and a sweatshirt to be comfy on the bus ride.

Someone on his team helps with my bag and guides me up into the tour bus. I'm not sure why I was assuming this would be a regular bus just with rows of seats. Not like brown school bus seats, but something like those nicer fabric seats that school sports teams use for games.

The bus interior might as well be a mini apartment. There is a kitchenette and seating for eating as well as some bench seats. Behind it, there appears to be bed cubbies on both walls as well as a bathroom.

I feel a pair of intensifying eyes staring at me, and my view is immediately drawn to Bawdy. Under his eyes, dark circles are apparent and his hair is tousled, but he pulls the look off in a way that makes him way too alluring. Fucking delicious.

"Glad you could make it. Want anything to eat?" He asks while directing me to take a seat next to him on a kitchen bench.

"Just some water would be great. I still haven't woken up enough to want food."

He reaches into the fridge and hands me a chilled bottle.

"You enjoy the show last night?" He says while drinking out of a mug. At first, I assume that it's coffee, but as he moves the cup towards his lips, I catch a faint smell of whiskey in his cup.

You know what? He deserves to have himself a little drink in the afternoon after such a great performance the night before. Granted he probably also just woke up before needing to leave. He texted me that he was running a bit late. Luckily, that gave me time to take a shit before he showed up. I would have been too nervous to go around him, because I don't know how to be a normal human.

"It was so much fun. I never knew what backstage looked like before. A really cool first time experience," I say as I stop trying to make excuses for his drinking in my mind.

"And I want to have you experience a lot of firsts with me," he whispers towards my ear. I nearly choke on my water. Does he think I'm a virgin? I'd say I've tried some fun things during sex. Definitely not everything there is out there. I'm not sure what he has in mind. Maybe he doesn't even mean sex, but my mind naturally goes there when I look at him for too long. I can't help myself. The guy is a walking sex symbol in the best way possible.

"Cheers to that and your show tonight," I say as I clink my bottle against his mug. Bawdy smiles with a devious hint of trouble at me.

Once the bus enters the highway, Bawdy suggests that we lie down. He needs to make sure that he's rested for his show tonight. I don't know how he's able to stay up super late and still perform well multiple days in a row.

I see his drummer sitting on one of the beds, and he waves to me. Two of the other drawstring curtains are closed. One empty bunk like bed remains, and I see that in the back of the bus is a full-sized bed in a larger space, reserved for Bawdy.

I hesitate by the empty bed, unsure where I should go. I don't want to be too much of a distraction before he has a show that he needs to be rested for. I also don't want to just throw myself into his bed with him, although I wouldn't mind that one bit.

"After you," he motions me towards his bed in the back. I shuffle past him, feeling a flush on my cheeks as I lie down on his bed. This is actually happening. As he gets in, he closes the curtain, but I can still see out into the bus through tiny slivers on either side of the fabric.

Bawdy plops down next to me and drapes his arm over my shoulder without hesitation. Maybe I need some of his whiskey to calm myself.

"This is the quietest setting we've been in together," he notes. I haven't even seen him in the day light in person before.

"Are you still tired from last night? Are you going to try to nap a bit on the drive?"

"Definitely should get some more sleep, but before that I'd like to spend a little time with you." He brushes his fingers on my shoulders, similar to how he had moved his thumb on my thigh at the club. I feel trust and protection in his light touch. I might be reading into it too much, but I could get used to how he makes me feel.

Bawdy uses his free hand to graze against my cheek, and he angles my face towards him. We lock eyes, and I can feel him peering into my soul with his look. Slowly, his eyelids close, and he leans down towards me, closing the few inches between our faces.

I feel his breath mixing with mine, and our lips touch. It's light at first, and I don't want to be the one to start moving too quickly. It's silly to say that I've been dreaming of this moment, but I really have.

His lips part, and I follow in suit. Almost naturally, our lips fall into a harmonious rhythm with one another. He takes control a bit more and begins to explore my mouth with his tongue. He pushes me harder against him with his hand behind my head.

If this man is being so dominant in a kiss, I wonder what he'd be like if we take things further. I want to do more with him.

I need to do more with him.

As we continue to make out, I continue to crave his touch and want his hands all over me. I'm not typically the one to initiate anything, so I decide to hold out for if (or hopefully when) he escalates things.

He slowly pulls away, keeping his hand resting behind my head to support it. We both slowly open our eyes, and I catch a small smile lingering on his lips.

"I've been waiting to do that since I first saw you," he whispers in a raspy voice.

It takes me a second to calm my heart rate and remember how to speak words out of my mouth. I've never had a kiss like that transport me somewhere else, making me forget my surroundings. "Is it too fan girly of me to say that I've wanted to kiss you before ever meeting you?" I blush.

I didn't mean to be that honest this early into things. I hope that it doesn't scare him off. I just feel comfortable with him, and that kiss really took away all my inhibitions. His kiss was like a strong drug. Just after the first try, I want more.

Bawdy pulls me against him in a tight hug. His muscular chest pressing up closely to me. "Was it worth the wait?"

He didn't answer my question really, but seeing that he didn't immediately push me away and tell me to walk home, I don't think he minded. Instead of answering his question, I decide to lean in and start kissing him again. I feel his lips turn into a smile, and then he presses into me harder.

His hands move up and down my body, but he doesn't try to take things any further. One of his hands does trail down my back, and he plays with the waistband of my shorts. For a few seconds, his fingers graze under it, and I feel a jolt of electricity shoot through my skin. His touch is so affectionate and sweet for someone as masculine as him.

The prospect of taking things further with him overtakes my body, and I instinctively wrap my leg up around him. He pulls me in closer towards him until ever inch between us is gone. Bawdy slowly starts to grind against me, and I can feel how hard he is. I can't resist from pushing myself closer towards him, even though there's no more space to close.

I start to lose myself in kissing him. He takes the lead, but I keep up every second of the way.

After kissing a bit more, he bites onto my lip lightly and gives it a tug before breaking our connection. I rest my head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around me. We both fall asleep for the rest of the drive, and he never lets go of me.

*****

I was supposed to go to Vegas once before with Kennedy for her 21st, but I got horribly sick before and couldn't go with everyone. It's been on my bucket list to visit since then, but I've never had the time, and I know how expensive going out here can be.

Bawdy's manager handles checking everyone in, and I hang back near the bags with the band members. A couple fans easily recognize the band, although all of them are wearing hats or hoods, trying not to stick out as much. They do have a security team, but I doubt anyone would want to mess with Bawdy with how strong he's built.

After getting the room keys, Bawdy looks at me and smirks. "Since you were a last minute addition, we couldn't get you your own room since the place is booked for the night. Guess you'll be sleeping with me."

"What a shame," I say sarcastically back.

Today just keeps getting better and better.

Upon opening the door to the suite, I'm met with one of the biggest hotel rooms that I've ever seen. It definitely is more square feet than my own apartment. Waiting for us are platters of appetizers and a huge alcohol selection.

Bawdy throws his backpack onto one of the seats at the conference table, kicks off his shoes, and proceeds to pop a bottle of champagne.

I barely want to move or touch anything. It all seems so pristine, and I'm feeling a bit out of place.

He hands me a glass. "We got a couple hours to kill. Order anything you'd like. I need to take a few calls before warming up, but make yourself at home, baby girl."

I decide to use the time to my advantage and work on some homework. The appetizers are enough to hold me over for the meanwhile, but I'll probably end up ordering a meal before we need to head over to the show. For when that time comes, Bawdy left me a stack of fifty dollar bills to give as tips and told me to charge anything to the room.

For someone who dresses in such plain clothes, you'd almost never be able to guess how much money he has. He's not overly showy about it, but I can tell dropping thousands on food or drinks is insignificant to him. I wish I had those lack of worries.

"Want to come with me to run a quick errand? I want to stop and grab some poppers for tonight," Bawdy says with about an hour before needing to head to the venue.

"Like party poppers with confetti?"

He laughs. "I mean they kind of make it feel like confetti is dancing around in your head." I look confused, and he continues. "They're a fun little thing to sniff. Gives you a short head high. Not some hard core drug, because they're sold in most sex shops."

I'm still a little confused but intrigued, so we walk down the strip and make our way into a sex shop. I've never been into one before. Can't say I've ever been brave enough to walk into one before by myself, although I know the workers surely aren't there to judge. I just worry about whoever sees me walking in and out. I know that they're just random people who I'll probably never see again, and they probably aren't even paying attention to me, but my stupid brain won't let me not worry.

All of my (very few) vibrator purchases have been done online.

Apparently these poppers are sold to help relax guys' buttholes before they have anal. A fun fact I certainly would have never learned on my own.

After the employee gets what he is looking for, she asks, "is there anything else I can help you with?"

"We'll look around a little bit, thanks," he replies.

Oh, I didn't know we were looking around. My eyes are met with any and every colored dildo, lingerie, and an assortment of whips and chains.

"What else are you looking for?" I ask curiously, wondering if it's something for me, and, if so, where does it fall on the scale of sexy outfit to fifty shades of grey shit.

"I have an idea, but you'll have to trust me. Actually, how about I grab what I'm thinking of and make it a surprise."

I swallow and realize how dry my throat feels. I do trust him. I'm just not the biggest fan of surprises, and I definitely have never been surprised with something sexual.

But a devious part of me escapes from depths I didn't even know existed, and I feel a bit of excitement in the anticipation.

He checks out, mystery bag in hand, and we drop it off at the hotel before heading to the venue. I was really tempted to take a look, but I had to stop myself.