Rock and Roll Never Forgets (The Rock and Roll Trilogy) Read Online Free PDF

him in the morning, returning to her room to get ready for the day ahead.
    “Well?” Kimmy asked and laughed.
    “Well, we slept together,” Beth laughed. “But there was nothing more than snuggling, and sleep.”
    They met Andy and some of the guys for coffee and breakfast. Nathan flew home after the show the night before and would meet the guys at the next venue. Kimmy was spending the day with Mark, and the other guys were off doing their own thing. Andy asked Beth to spend the day with him, and she was anxious to do just that.
     
    Andy wanted to romance her, make her feel special. He took her to Underground Atlanta, a city under the city, with shops and restaurants. They walked hand in hand, able to spend an enjoyable day, surprisingly unnoticed. He had a car meet them around five to return to the hotel. After a day filled with conversation, they rode back in silence. Andy took Beth’s hand, gave it a squeeze, and held it in his lap .
    Back at the hotel, in the elevator, he told her, “Can you meet me at seven for dinner?”
    “I’d like that,” she told him.
    “Come to my room,” he said, leaving her with a kiss on the top of her head.
    While she got ready, she told Kimmy about the day. “We walked and shopped, shared a wonderful lunch and Kimmy, he held my hand. He whispered in my ear that he loved me being here with him.” She sighed and added, “Girl, if I’m dreaming do not wake me up!”
     
    Mark and Kimmy were going bar - hopping, and Beth went to Andy’s room as planned. She took a deep breath ; anticipation and excitement over being alone with him again overwhelmed her. She knocked lightly. He opened the door, and greeted her with a kiss; a quick, soft brush of his lips on hers .
    “ I hope you don ’ t mind, we ’ re not going out,” he told her as she came in and took a seat on the sofa. “I ’ m having dinner sent up. It’s just easier this way.” 
    “No, not at all,” her mind wandered.
    He pulled a bottle of wine from the small refrigerator in the room. “I thought we’d have a glass of wine before dinner, a nice Chenin Blanc that I enjoy.” He uncovered a small platter of fruit and cheeses. “Dinner will come later.”
    He started some music, before he joined her on the sofa. “ Bach in Woodwind,” he told her, “Something classical, it ’ s my favorite album for relaxing.” He handed her the glass of wine, and finally, sat down beside her.
    “Thank you,” Beth said, nervously.
    “For the wine?”
    “No, for a wonderful day. I’ve enjoyed it.”
    “It’s not over, Bethy,” he grinned.
    As they talked and enjoyed the wine his hand moved to Beth’s leg, just a friendly, warm gesture.
    After a while, he turned to her and said, “ Bethy, I think you know that I like you.” He paused and the look lingered. “ A lot,” he added. “I enjoy your company very much. I love talking with you. ‘With’ is a huge difference for me and I enjoy it. Our conversations are refreshing. I ’ m a person to you, not ‘Andy the rock star’. You don’t try to be someone you aren’t to get my attention. You are real, genuine, and it ’ s very nice. I ’ d like to see more of you, lots more,” he said.
    “ I ’ d like that, too,” she answered, as she nervously sipped the wine.
    “ Good.” He took her wine glass and set it aside. He placed a hand gently on her neck and drew her closer. As he leaned in to kiss her, she knew this wouldn’t be one of the casual ‘ hello kisses ’ she’d received so far. This one would be passionate, and she braced herself. First it was a brush of the lips, soft and gentle, and then he drew back to look at her.
    It rattled her. The look was deep, intense, lingering. Leaning in again, his other hand went to her back, and he pulled her to him. He wrapped his arms around her, and it was the kiss she had dreamed of. But it wasn’t a dream at all. Beth’s hands slid lightly around his waist and up his back as she responded to the kiss