The concert had just ended, sweat still glistening on his skin, hair sticking to his forehead. You barely had a second to congratulate him before he pulled you into the dressing room, slamming the door shut.

"You were watching me all night," he growled, voice low in your ear. "Thought I wouldn’t notice?"

You barely managed a nod before his mouth was on yours—hungry, wild, tasting like adrenaline and desire. He lifted you onto the makeup table like you weighed nothing, hands gripping your thighs, spreading you open for him.

"You drive me crazy," he muttered against your neck, fingers already tugging at your clothes. "And now… I’m gonna return the favor."