For good seconds, I watched how his muscles flexed every time the drumsticks stroked the set and the simultaneous movements of his feet on the pedals. The beat was perfectly in rhythm even though I could only hear was the drums. I wasn’t aware Skip actually like music much less played drums of all the instruments. He looked hot and sexy when he headbanged and got lost to whatever song he was playing. Judging by his moves he was throwing all his frustration into it.
I stepped closer to him and grabbed his shoulder blades. He stiffened, then turned around, eyes still closed. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. I pulled the headset away from his ears.
“How long have you been here?” I wiped his sweat dry with my shirt.
Chapter 40
The Hot Drummer-02
Skip pulled me closer and slipped his
