My pulse picks up as he projects an all-out erotic replay of us on the bus from across the room. The back of my neck heats, and I break eye contact before everyone else notices the blush spreading over my cheeks. But seriously, it’s indecent how he’s looking at me.

I set my equipment off to the side, near where the guys tossed their own bags. The next time I glance, he’s still eye-fucking me from the armchair, but his smirk’s more amused.

Asshole.

But I never want him to stop.

“Who’s got the glasses tonight, Cam Girl?” Felix grins, man-spreading on the sofa.

I ignore the twist in my gut, the same one from earlier when I overheard him and Christian. I knew about the coke. But I didn’t want to know.

Drugs are unavoidable in most of the music industry. Even on a sober video shoot I worked on last summer for an artist in recovery, her manager was zooted by the time Heath wrapped.

Being around it rarely affects me, other than a tug on the web of memories I have to shake off. Felix using more often is bothering me, though. Likely because he’s not a random musician on a set.

Before I can answer him, Foster says, “I got the glasses.”

He basically causes a record scratch in the room.

My brows slant. Colton has a V form between his. Christian looks up from his phone. Dev blinks rapidly like he misheard. Felix drops his head back to see Foster upside down.

“You get high before shows now?” Felix whisper-yells.

Foster ignores the shocked responses and stands. He comes over, slipping the spy glasses from my hair, and he slides them into his. His visual assault continues but closer, then he stalls on the high neckline of my sheer black top. It has white suns and moons and shows my strapless top beneath it. What it doesn’t show is the brazen mark he left below where my shoulder meets my neck.

“What is this aesthetic?” He’s between me and the rest of the room. Music plays, but he still keeps his voice low. “Mystical goth?”

“Yes. Is that a problem?” I ask, suspecting it’s not.

He shakes his head, confirming, and flicks his eyes up to mine. “No. I very much approve. And now I know to bite higher to accommodate.”

My mouth almost falls open as he retreats to take the first shot with his band.

He disappears not long after, and the other two dig into their own rituals. Felix ups his extra shot to gulps straight from the bottle of whiskey. I hate that I notice, but I’m not the only one. Colton props on the wall beside my equipment.

“He’s stressed.”

I nod and force a small smile. “Yeah. They all are.”