Teaser Tuesday: “Pulling Up Is My Specialty.” - FAME
Fame brought his fist to his mouth, stifling his laughter. “You’re funny.”
I took a sip of water, then said, “Not everyone is an expert drinker like you.”
“I guess not.” Those blazing brown eyes zeroed in on me before he said, “I missed you, Emory.”
My heart leapt in my chest at the sound of my name. He made it sound so specific to him. I was so used to hearing my middle name, turned stage name, that hearing my first name had become a luxury.
A luxury I only wanted to experience from him.
“Is that why you had my dressing rooms decorated with flowers before every show?”
Before my show in Miami, I walked into a room filled with roses. On my vanity was a card from Fame wishing me a great show. The same occurred for my third, fourth, and fifth shows. By now it was expected to find a bevy of floral arrangements in my dressing room.
“Wanted you to know I was thinking of you. I like your pictures, by the way. I see you appreciated the effort.”
My cheeks warmed at the mention of the photoshoots I posted on my socials after each show.
“No man has ever put forth such an effort, real boyfriend or not. I know it's not a big deal, but it means a lot.”
I didn’t want to romanticize his actions and make them more than they were, but it was the truth.
“It can mean whatever you want. Now that I know how much you appreciate the gesture, I’ll continue to do it.”
“I’d appreciate your presence more than anything, though. Keep pulling up when you can. That means the most to me.”
“Pulling up is my specialty.”
He smiled easily, and the soft gold lighting from our table’s centerpiece caressed his toffee skin. The sight caused me to feel butterflies in my stomach. Bringing my glass to my mouth, I took a gulp hoping the water would fizzle the warmth spreading in my chest.