Chapter 1

Casper

Every night when I closed my eyes I saw her. She haunted my dreams and made me want to do terrible things. Things that most women would never have the courage to allow you to do inside the bedroom. But not her, not the girl with the ivy tattoo. She gave me one night of unadulterated sex. The kind of sex that blew your mind and had you begging for more, but just as quick as she came, she was gone. She gave me the slip and I never saw her again. The only thing that let me know it really happened was the empty condom wrapper on the floor. My friends told me I made her up, that I was so drunk I would have fucked anyone that night. And they weren’t wrong. My memory was hazy and it was possible it could all have been a dream, but every time I closed my eyes I saw that ivy tattoo that stretched all along her sides down to her hips and those piercing green eyes.

Ever since that night girls have come and gone from my bedroom but none have compared. None of them have lived up to the expectations that I holdso high. I wasn’t a hard man to please. Any girl with a short skirt usually got me going, but lately I was having a hard time getting past the fantasy.

“Yo Cas, you ready?”

I met Greyson’s sharp eyes in the mirror. “Give me one minute.” That’s all I needed. Just one minute.

“Make it a quick one, you know how these chicks get,” he said, throwing me a lopsided grin. I nodded and went back to fighting my internal struggle with reality. I placed my hand over the tattoo on my chest and took a breath. I had to get a grip. I stared back at the worn-out blue grey eyes in the mirror. I managed to convince myself she was just a dream so I could get my head straight. I was always nervous enough as it was before a gig,and I didn’t need some crazy chick clogging my brain. I shook my head and scrubbed my hands down my face. I adjusted my crazy wide Mohawk in the front, pulling some of the spikes down and to the side and pushing a few up. I stood up from the mirror and jumped up and down for a few seconds trying to pump myself up. When I was ready I met Greyson and my other band mates by the stage. Colton handed me my guitar and I strapped up, getting ready for the roar of screaming fans that were waiting for us.

“Don’t you just love this?” Greyson asked, slapping his hand on my shoulder. He got off