Let Love Bleed Red

Bringing Kristina on tour was my best decision. Mike and her really hit it off. And it gave me someone else to talk to as well. Sometimes this tour can just become testosterone overload, so the more girls to hang with the better.

"Okay, we're going to Baskin Robins," she declared loudly and dragged me out of the hotel room as the boys all began another round of video game insanity.

"Thank god," I giggled and let out a sigh of relief as we walked down the hallway and stepped into the elevator.

"I love those boys, but they were getting a little crazy, even for me," she laughed and shook her head slightly. "So, how are things with Vic?"

To be honest, things were odd. I was starting to retreat back into my shell, being around too many people. He wasn't sure how to react to my withdrawal, but I assumed he was trying to be caring about it. I knew it was difficult, being with someone like me. Things scared me so easily and I was so skittish.

He could, barely, raise his hand up to me, just brushing my hair back. I always had the reflex to flinch back, terrified he was going to hit me. I knew he wouldn't, but old habits die hard, right?

"I think you and Vic should talk." She said, breaking the silence. "You need to get to the bottom of everything."

I bit my bottom lip, taking in her words. I knew she was right, but I was way too scared to try. But, I guess I have to do it sometime.

"You're right."

**

As Kristina and I laid out with the other girls, eating on our ice creams, I couldn't help but think of Vic. I needed to figure out what I was going to say to him. I wasn't sure why I was retreating. I was usually so comfortable with this group.

"Hey, what are you thinking about, sweetie?" Miranda asked, knowingly. "Is it Vic?"

I bit my lips, softly, digging my teeth into the skin, and nodded. She sighed and pulled off her glasses, her blue eyes boring into my green ones. I felt small under her gaze as she looked me over.

"You should go talk to him, now. We'll figure out a way to get the other guys out." She told me, leaving me no room for argument. "Now, go."

**

As I made my way up to our hotel room, I passed the rest of the guys coming downstairs. I smiled, nervously, at them and continued to my room. My hands were shaking and I was breathing, heavily, as I opened the door.

"Vic?" I called, my voice cracking. He appeared out of the bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth and a towel around his waist. I giggled at his expression, before my breathing caught in my throat as my eyes traveled lower. "Oh, I'm so sorry!"

Blushing, deeply, I turned around, my hands over my eyes. I heard him chuckle and the sound of padded footsteps coming towards me. I tensed, feeling him wrap his arms around me. I scolded myself, and relaxed, considerably. I couldn't help but let a moan escape me as his hand slid down my hip.

"Vic, w-we need to talk." I whimpered. His hand moved away and he pulled me, gently, into the room. "I'll let you finish cleaning up."

He smiled and walked into the bathroom, returning only moments later with no toothbrush and a pair of sweats hanging off his hips.

"Yes?"

That's all he had to say. I didn't care anymore of my fears. Seeing him smile at me, and that's all he does, I know for a fact he's not going to hurt me. But, I'm hurting myself by not allowing myself to completely love this man, like I can tell he loves me.

"Love me, Vic."