ENDLESS: A Less Than Zero Rockstar Romance: Book 1: Ty & Zoey

at me. I’m not sure why.”
“I’m sorry, I hate being such a bad friend. If it’s any consolation, I get the impression that Jace isn’t psyched about Ty having a girlfriend, it’s not rawk.” I flashed her some rock horns. “He just does hookups, I guess.”
“Well, if we are both going to lose our v-cards before you leave for college, I need to make a move or move on.” Alex brightened up.
“Why don’t you talk to him about social media and your account, he’s a total geek for that stuff.” I pointed my finger at the sky like I had the most brilliant idea in the universe. “Maybe we’ll be planning our double wedding yet!”
After the performance, Alex approached Jace, and soon they were deep in conversation about all things social media. Connor and Zane were talking to my parents. Satisfied, I turned around and bumped into the object of my own affection.
“Hey.” Ty smiled down at me. “Happy Graduation.”
“I can’t believe you surprised me with a show, you guys killed it. I could listen to you sing all day long—” Ty interrupted me by leaning in and brushing his lips on mine, so softly that it barely registered as a kiss. But it was everything to me, I could feel it through my body, all the way to my pink-tipped toes.
Pressing my lips to his, I took it one step further by sucking on his lower lip until he groaned. Threading his fingers through my hair, Ty tilted my head to meet him and began a warm, lazy exploration of my mouth. In the middle of my backyard, we nuzzled and suckled each other’s lips, going deeper then backing off. Lost in a haze of desire, our hands explored our necks, cheeks, backs, and arms while our tongues slid together in a slow rhythm.
A moment of realization hit both of us at the same time. The most soul-searing kiss of our young relationship was being carried out in front of parents, friends, family, and Ty’s band. We reluctantly stepped apart, I looked nervously around to see the band gaping at us and my mom and dad trying to avert their eyes. Alex stood gaping at me with a cocked eyebrow. Deciding I just didn’t care who saw us, I shrugged and turned back to Ty.
“Wow.” I smiled up at him. I was so proud to be this handsome man’s girlfriend. The world always seemed to disappear around us. Nothing seemed more important than making Ty’s life as wonderful as he made mine. “What brought that on?”
“Because you’re my beautiful butterfly, and you make me so happy.” Ty smiled at me.
That he reciprocated my feelings made me feel truly alive for the first time in my life.
With graduation in the rear-view mirror, Ty and I filled our summer with each other. There was never enough time. We had jobs, his at the bistro and mine working part-time at Dad’s law office. Ty also had a lot of LTZ obligations like rehearsals and occasional gigs. Neither of us had a lot of money either. Although Ty lived with his mom, it seemed like he paid a lot of their expenses. My folks were making me save at least $2,500 for college spending money.
But it didn’t matter.
I gleefully planned our social calendar, coming up with fun, cheap dates in the hours we had together. Mainly, we’d jump in my new car and explore the Pacific Northwest on long drives or play tourist in Seattle by visiting the Space Needle, MoPOP, or just walk along Alki Beach at sunset. Sometimes he’d sit in my room serenading me with his guitar while I worked on the arduous task of decluttering eighteen years of my life and packing up my room for college.
We were effortless. We fit together like a puzzle, physically and mentally. I couldn’t stop touching him, whether it was playing with his hair, stroking his body when we cuddled or covering him with a million kisses. He couldn’t stop touching me either, caressing my face, braiding my hair, and interlocking his fingers with mine wherever we went.
I wanted him to be my first. And only. Despite my feeble and inexperienced efforts to nudge things further, Ty insisted on taking things slow. I was no closer to losing my virginity, but for now there was nothing better in the world than to be enveloped in his big, strong arms.
When we weren’t together, I’d flip through our hundreds of pictures on my phone. Whenever Ty sent me a sweet poem, left me a thoughtful message, or texted a video of himself, my heart melted. Every night after we FaceTimed each other to sleep, I would have amazingly vivid dreams of our happy life, now and in the future.
I was no dummy, my head knew that our time together was probably limited. My heart knew that I loved him. Deep in my soul, I knew that he was my forever person, and there would never be anyone else.

Chapter 4
TYSON
“When did you start playing?” Zoey reached out to brush the hair out of my eyes. I was sitting on her bed, strumming my guitar before we needed to leave for a barbeque at Carter’s house. Every time she touched me was a balm for my wounded soul. Proof that I deserved to be loved.
I looked into her beautiful hazel eyes and hesitated to answer. I’d avoided sharing too much about my personal life with her yet. Mainly because she was so sweet and caring and had such a wonderful family. I didn’t want to scare her off. Our backgrounds couldn’t have been more different.
“One of my mom’s boyfriends taught me a few chords when I was about twelve, and I just loved playing.” I plucked a few notes of a song I was composing.
“Will I ever meet your mom?” Zoey looked at me solemnly. “I mean, my parents love you, Ty. Are you afraid your mom won’t like me?”
“God, no, butterfly!” I set the