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eyes and gives me an -A h hell, but ok, I’ll watch it too - kind of look.
    Ignoring him, I start the movie.
    “I don’t get your obsession with this movie.”
    “You mean besides Ryan Gosling?”
    “Ppffit. He’s got nothing on me.”
    “You’re right, he doesn’t.” Kissing his cheek I add, “It’s just a sensational love story. They are meant to be together and nothing stops them. Destiny…I believe in it.”
    “I’m your destiny , baby.”
    “ If your band mates don’t kill you first.”
    Jack doesn’t argue and leans back in the booth, laying his arm along my shoulders. My level of horniness progresses as the movie does. First Jack traces patterns on my neck with his fingers. Then his hand finds my thigh as he slowly moves it up and down, getting closer to my crotch each time. Next his lips find my ear, tugging on my earlobe. My moan tells him that he’s completely distracting me from a shirtless Noah.
    “Let’ s forget the movie and make out,” he whispers into my ear.
    Trying my best to ignore the onslaught of ear nibbling, I concentrate on the tiny laptop screen.
    “So, is that a no?”
    “Jack, before they kill you they may castrate you, and that would be extremely upsetting to me.”
    He glanc es at me for a few seconds and blinks. “Good point.”
    The thought must be sobering and scary, because he immediately tones down his efforts. Soon enough Ryan Gosling is able to suck me in. I start to lose myself in the movie until I feel his chest rising and falling. He is passed out, his lashes fanning his cheeks, his lips parted slightly. He is so beautiful.
    I pull the plug from his ear and put it back into my own. Jack shifts and leans his head against my shoulder. He smells so damn good. I can feel his soft hair brushing up against my cheek and it makes me want to run my fingers through it, but I don’t want to wake him.
    A little while later, Hunter walks back out from the bunks. I’m guessing his mood hasn’t improved, because he scowls at Jack and asks, “Can you plug his nose and mouth and do us all a favor?” He says this with such complete seriousness that it causes me to laugh and my shoulders to shake.
    Jack wakes up disoriented and sees Hunter positioned in front of the table aiming a pair of boxers at his head.
    “Go ahead, I fucking dare you, ” he challenges.
    “You two fight like an old married couple. Why don’t you finally do each other and do us all a favor. I’m sure Scott and Leila wouldn’t mind.” Trey privileges us with his words of wisdom.
    “He’s fucking getting on my nerves !” Hunter barks out. “He isn’t the first person in love. At least he gets to be with his girl. He’s right, I am horny as hell and I miss Amanda. I don’t need constant reminders.” Hunter grumpily sits on the couch next to Scott. “Let’s play Call of Duty , I’m in the mood to kill someone.”
    “Instead of playing t hose stupid games, why don’t you guys do something productive, like cleaning up your messes?”
    Hunter and Scot t look like they want to slit Jack’s throat.
    “Fine. F orget I mentioned it.”
    “Smart move , Lair,” Hunter barks.
    “I don’t know what your problem is , Hunt. You’ve gone longer than this without sex.”
    “Jack ,” I scold, as mediator mode kicks back in.
    “What?”
    Hunter releases a stream of curses. “I’m envisioning your face on each and every one of these dead motherfuckers.” I’ve never seen Hunter so agitated. 
    Jack ignores Hunter’s admission. After a few minutes, he instigates again. “Maybe Trey is right and Scott should help with your situation until Mandi meets up with us in Chicago.”
    “ You’re fucking hilarious, Jack.” Now it’s Scott’s turn to be annoyed. A round of gunfire blasts through the bus, prompting Hunter to laugh and Scott to lose it. “FUCK! Stop killing me you dickhead.”
    “Blame Jack ,” Hunter says triumphantly.
    “ Stop busting their chops.” I nudge him with my