Zoey's POV

I slid under Richards arm. His body is warm, from being under the blanket. We have been doing this every night, for the last four weeks.

"Darling, I don't want to hide this anymore." He says tracing a finger over my exposed clavicle. His hair is wet from the shower he just has had. His bath time we use to fool the rest of the band, to think I had gone to bed.

"Are we sure that it's safe now?" I ask nuzzling closer to his neck. A little smile glides over his face and he seems like he wants to tease me.

"I'm sure, there is nothing to be frightened about." The words land in the same second, as his hand lands on my bum. A playful smile explodes on his tired face.

"You never grow up do you?" He shakes his head and I do nothing more than to get on top of him. My hair is hanging down over us like a curtain. The smell of newly washed hair collides, with the pleasure of our lips meeting. Everything becomes peaceful.

"Will you two love birds be quiet people are trying to sleep!" Paul yells from the other side. His voice is husky, he must have woken up. We make eye contact and burst out laughing. I'm laughing so hard my stomach is hurting.

The curtain on the bunkbed gets pulled aside and there in front of us is Paul. His hair is popping out to every side and he has Frau Schneider's whip in hand. His eyes are a little shook at the sight of me in underwear and a t-shirt. He covers his eyes with the free hand.

"Sorry." He babbled turning around so I could get under the covers. Richard puts his arm protectively around me. Paul turns back but is stopped by Christoph.

"I was going to use that." He says snatching the whip out of Paul's hand.

"How?" Paul asks with a raised eyebrow at Christoph. Who has a devilish smile gliding over his face.

"Wouldn't you like to know Paul." He says before walking away with an evil laugh. My eyes are nearly popping out of my head, from the scene that just played out.

"This is just like the Mutter tour." Richard laughs slapping Paul's behind. I burry my face in Richard's chest. Feeling my cheeks turn red as the brightest reddest lipstick. I hear Paul swearing in German whilst walking away. Poor guy.

"What happened on the Mutter tour?" I ask looking up at Richard who is frozen in a choked expression. He swallows what I will presume was a bad thought. He lets a smile take over his worried face.

"Christoph used to be Frau Schneider every show. Paul used to be the one to get the most slashes with the whip." He smiles at the memory.

"I would have loved to see that." I regretted instantly what I said. "Do my girl have a fetish?" He asks pocking my shoulder a little.

"No, I do not!" I complain rolling over on the other side.

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"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you dear Paul. Happy birthday to you." We all sing as I place the cake in front of Paul, who has a big smile on his face. He takes a moment to blow out the lights, right as the fire is out a loud smash sounds.

"Happy birthday Paul." Christoph says whip in hand and a devilish smile. We bust out laughing as Paul is completely shook by surprise.

"What was that for?" He finally turns asking with a puzzled look. "An appetizer for later." Christoph reply's resting his hand on Paul's shoulder.

"Not this again man, not on my thirty-third birthday."

"Okay... okay boys, no hitting each other in a kinky way." I say pushing them aside. I don't even care if I look like a fool, I don't want this to be a bad day. I have had enough of those.

"You are no fun." Christoph says falling back on the couch with crossed arms. My eyes glair over at Till, who is standing over at the door. Overlooking the little company, he seems down.

"Let's continue on then." Oliver say clapping his hands together, capturing our attention. He hands over a soft package that Paul ripped open with joy spilling out of his eyes. It's a gray hoodie.

"Thank you so much Oliver." Paul says getting up from his seat to hug him. I feel Richards arms wrap around me. His fingers take place in the straps of my jeans. His breath brushes against my neck, sending a chilling feeling down my skin.

"I have a surprise for you later." He whispers low in my ear, his fingers drilling into my hip's softness. He is so close, and I want him. Want him to take me away for just one more night. I still see and feel so much from the first night we were together.

"Why wait?" I ask discreetly leaving his embrace. He sends me a smile before turning to Christian for a talk. I went to sit down next to the birthday boy, who was opening presents. Tearing the paper off with an anticipation glowing in his eyes.

"What you got?" I ask as he stops with a little present in hand. His eyes are scanning the greeting card with a puzzled look. Before handing it to me.

"But it's not my birthday, mine is in March." I say taking the gift.

The handwriting is neat. It swirled in the ends and was looking like something a girl in her fourteenth would write in her notebook, trying to look cool.

Reminds me of the time where my former best friend would send notes, with that exact handwriting.

"What is that baby?" Richard asks eyeing the pink box in my hands. "I don't know honey." I reply ripping off the bow.

My fingers lift the lid. The inside of the box is padded and on the soft surface lays a photo. A photo of the hotel I had my first time. It was not in focus, so I think it was taken in a hurry.

"Is this what you meant by surprise Richard?" I ask looking up at him, but he is just as confused as I. Not only was Paul was looking over my shoulder, so was the rest of the band.

"No, I meant I would take you out to dinner." He mumbled gliding a hand through his newly styled hair.

"Hey, I thought we were all going out later... drinking." Paul busts out with a what the fuck look, on his normally cheerful face.

"I said dinner, my girl gotta eat." He says back with a little smirk. They all looked oddly at me, geez Richard. You can't ever keep your mouth shut can you.

I rolled my eyes at him, turning over the photo. There was a note written in the same handwriting.

Do you like being watched?

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Will the dinner go well? What about Paul will he get one with the whip? Find out in the next chapter.