In Ian’s hotel room, Corey lay stretched across the bed and stared at the ceiling, trying not to think what Dean might have wanted to say to Ian in private. Who was he kidding? He knew Dean well enough to know the manager was probably warning Ian away right this moment. He’ll f**k around on you, Dean would tell him. Love you and leave you the way he does all the fans, and tear the band apart in the process. Just do yourself a favor and kick him to the curb now before things go too far.
But Corey wasn’t like that, not any more, and he liked to think things between he and Ian had already gone too far. He knew they had—he was head over heels in love for the first time in his life, and thank God Ian loved him back. What did Dean know of the emotion? His wife was an icy b***h into kinky s*x, t
