Chapter Twelve
Ash
Dragging my sleeve across my face to wipe off the sheen of sweat gathered there, I walked across the stage, the sound of the last chord still reverberating through my body. The small bar was packed, and the sound of the crowd filled the space.
I was jostled on one side as I walked down the stairs. A piercing whistle elicited an involuntary flinch as I tried to make my way through the crowded area to the side of the stage.
“Hey, gorgeous! f*****g listen when somebody tells you you’re hot!” The man’s angry voice had an edge to it that made me uncomfortable. I hugged my guitar to the front of my body, but that turned out to be a mistake. It exposed my back, and the next thing I knew, a hand was squeezing my a*s.
“Hey!” I spun around, reflexively swinging my hand in the
