“Of course you can. Look up the shotgun rules, babycakes.” He flashes me a smile and opens the door.
The screams make me flinch. We wait for everyone else to get out. Dad, Jimmy, and Will take their time, and I know they’re looking for fans, so they can do autographs and pictures. They always make time for fans.
Milo and Cooper practically bound around in search of the best-looking women to approach. No change there either.
Kitt gets out next and turns around to take my hand.
I guess we’re going straight in for it then. It’s probably best.
I smile up at him when I’m standing successfully. No tripping so far. Win.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He leans in for a kiss. I manage to forget everyone else when his lips touch mine, but I sure as hell can’t ignore the reaction. This is definitely what people who don’t even personally know us want.
I’d like to be able to say that you can’t be too invested in the love lives of people you don’t know, but you absolutely can. I was devastated when Chad Michael Murray and Sophia Bush divorced. I was Team Brocas until the bitter end.
Kitt breaks the kiss after a second, keeping it classy and not allowing time for either of us to get carried away. Good thing really. We do not need any more of our private life on camera.
His name is yelled over and over, and hordes of women shout that they love him. Many of them shout that they love us, and I even hear, “Kexas,” being screeched, too.
Lame.
This is insane. Keep walking. Do not fall and make a twat out of yourself.
He pulls me close under his arm and occasionally stops us to chat with someone or to pose for pictures. A few groups are holding Filthy Sound handmade signs—one saying, I Heart Kitt 4eva, which plain just makes me cringe.
He stops. “Hey, ladies.”
They practically orgasm in front of us.
“Oh my God, we love you!” a girl screams in his face. “Will you sign our banner?”
“Of course.” He lets go of me, takes the girl’s Sharpie, and scribbles his signature over the banner that already has Milo’s and Cooper’s autographs on it. Their phone numbers are probably on the back by now, too.
“Do you want a picture?” he stupidly asks them.
Like they’re going to say no.
“Oh my God, yes! We’re so excited you and Texas are a thing. We just knew it!”
“Want her in it, too?”
The little prick.
I want to openly glare at him, but that’ll make me look like a total bitch, so I smile.
The girls nod eagerly, and I smile as I turn awkwardly, so I’m in the bloody photo as well. Kitt holds me tight to his side and smiles at the pink leopard-print phone.
Another thing I don’t like.
Find me a bloody pink leopard. Just one.
“Thank you,” I say politely to the girls once the photo is done.
“See you around,” Kitt says, taking my hand and leading us closer to the door.
I just want to be inside now. I was fully prepared to have photos for the press and paparazzi, but fans, too? Nope. That was not discussed. I’m not really that comfortable being around crazy fangirls unless I’m one of them. And I haven’t been a fangirl of Filthy Sound ever. I know them too well.
We stop again and pose for proper pictures. Kitt kisses the side of my head, so I figure we don’t have to hold back all affection. He isn’t. I wrap my arms around that toned waist and smile.
This isn’t so bad when it’s just us. I need to quickly get used to the sheer amount of people interested in me and him as a couple.
Fuck it. I love him, and I’m not giving him up for anything, so I might as well get on board here.
Embracing my new official status as Kitt Daniels’s girlfriend, I tilt my head toward him and pose perfectly for pictures that I’ll no doubt see splashed all over social media tomorrow.
KITT
SATURDAY, JUNE 13
LONDON, ENGLAND
Texas handled the red carpet perfectly. She always does. I really don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks about my relationship with her.
The film finishes with a round of applause from the audience, and Tex turns to me.
“That was awesome!” she gushes, clapping along with everyone else.
“Mmhmm.”
It was good. The part I didn’t like was where my girlfriend fanned herself when male lead, Aaron Conner, got naked.
“You liked some scenes better than others, huh?” I ask her.
My band laughs, suddenly interested in our conversation. They know exactly what I’m talking about because they know Tex is a little pervert.
She shrugs innocently. “It was a good scene. Very tasteful and classy.”
“Yeah, the dude has a very classy cock,” Milo deadpans.
“You wouldn’t know, dipshit. Yours is probably covered in boils,” Tex calls back.
Milo’s mouth opens, but his shock is hidden behind amusement. He’s as proud of her for that comeback as I am.
Cooper, laughing and pointing to Milo’s cock, throws his head back and says, “Burn! Shit, man, you’d better not have any of that crap. We share a shower.”