“Are you coming?” she asked plainly, holding out her hand.
“Of course,” he answered, taking it without hesitation and intertwining their fingers. She led him through a few smaller clumps of people until they came to stop at a metal partition just off the side of the stage. He couldn"t deny that it was a great view. She didn"t drop the connection once they made it to their destination, and he squeezed slightly. She squeezed back. Two songs later when he moved over to let someone slide by them, she didn"t try to stop him from wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. Instead, she ran her fingers across his forearm and pulled him around her tighter. He let his lips brush her neck, and was satisfied when she shivered. Never underestimate the nostalgia-inducing power of a great song, he
