“JACK, I’M SO proud of you!” Erin hugs me as I stand backstage where she joined me after our performance.
I didn’t want to take my seat just yet, needing to decompress and get away from the crowd. The show is still going on, and we can hear announcements through the speakers. I lean into her hand that she’s placed on my cheek. We were able to slip behind the stage where engineers are running around, changing equipment, and building out platforms for the next performance.
Sweat still drips from my forehead and I use the bottom of my T-Shirt to wipe it away. Erin’s eyes focus on my exposed stomach a few seconds too long to be casual.
“You’re staring,” I chuckle.
“Yes, I am.” Her eyes are like golden brown orbs in the stage lights.
“Come here.” I smile against her lips.
For once, I am a
