By the time they finish recording, the day is gone and Janie’s curled up on the recording booth sofa, head in her arms, dozing. Adam’s fingertips tremble where he can still feel the guitar strings vibrate against his skin. Mike can’t stop yawning and Trace looks like he wants nothing more than to lie down behind Janie and sleep until dawn. Adam doesn’t think that’s such a bad idea and it isn’t even midnight yet.
Fortunately Lewis seems to have disappeared. Adam won’t think about what was said in the bathroom all those hours ago. He’s just jealous, he tells himself when the others leave and he follows Paol to his office. Adam watches the way Paol’s ass pulls the fabric of his pants taut against his thighs, each step outlining a perfectly round cheek that begs to be touched and stroked and
