22 - Don't Worry Be Happy

~Pearl’s Point of View~

“You know you’re going to miss us fucking in this bunk,” Corey whispered, as he woke up and ran his hand down my back, grabbing my ass. I scoffed.

“Miss the smells of living in a moving closet with like six other people,” I said, giving him a look. We had tiny little push lamps above our heads that gave just enough light if you needed it. Corey wanted the light on pretty much all the time. He said he had to be able to look at me. Okay so it was kinda cute. Like the millions of little things he said about me all the time that just made me melt.

Last night after our last show he kissed me just as we got off stage and said the big word. Love. He said he loved me. Without hesitation, I said it right back.

Then we found a closet to fuck our brains out in and well, I guess now I’m officially in love with Corey Feisty Pierce.

“But now you’ll get me more to yourself,” I said, as I kissed him. He grunted and shifted us, then immediately began sucking on my nipple.