He closed his eyes, and the expression on his face…it almost seemed like he wanted to make a run for it, but there was annoyance there too. What the hell? Was he mad at me or something? I couldn’t think of any reason why he would be…unless…had he found out about Lana? Shit. Would he understand why I hadn’t told him? Would he still perform the same, knowing she was studying him?

Matt finally sat down across from me. He seemed antsy now, constantly moving and twitching. He looked around, like he wanted to make sure we were alone, or as alone as we could be on the bus. Then he leaned forward. “I just…had a question.”

I relaxed a little. If he was curious about something, maybe he didn’t know about Lana. “Okay. About what?”

He ran his hand through his short, spikey hair, and he suddenly looked like he wanted to disappear. His cheeks were even getting red. Seriously, what the hell? Shaking his head, he started to stand. “Never mind.”

I grabbed his forearm, holding him in place. “Dude, just ask me.” Before your head explodes.

He collapsed into the seat with a sigh. “Okay, it’s just…” He looked around again and lowered his voice. “You remember a while back when we were at that diner…”

My brows bunched. We’d been to a lot of diners. Matt sighed when he saw that I didn’t understand. “You know…that one time when you were on the phone with Kiera…”

Understanding instantly flooded me. “Right…” Narrowing my eyes, I studied Matt. Was he mad at me for that? Why hadn’t he said anything before now? He didn’t look mad though, and he hadn’t looked mad that night. Sometimes the things I did embarrassed Matt, but he typically didn’t get angry at me. He only really got angry at me when I blew off the band. I didn’t want to guess what his problem was though. If he was mad, I needed to know. “Did that bother you? I’m sorry if—”

He cut me off. “No, no, that’s not it, I just…” He paused to bite his lip. “I was wondering if you could…I wanted to try…” He exhaled in a huff, frustrated that he couldn’t tell me what he wanted. I was pretty sure I finally got it though.

Giving him a soft smile, I raised an eyebrow. “You want to have phone sex with Rachel, but you’re not sure what to say?”

He looked both mortified and relieved. “Yeah…I don’t even know how to bring it up. Do you have any…I don’t know…tips? You’re just…good at that kind of stuff.” He shrugged, like that was just a well-known fact.