After another successful gig, John leaves the stage, pulling his bass strap over his head and placing the instrument on the stand provided. As he makes his way backstage, the screams and cheers of the raucous crowd grow fainter. The adrenaline from the performance is still pumping through his veins as one of the crew throws him a towel to soak up the thin layer of sweat gathered over his skin. His long legs carry him in quick strides to his dressing room, where you await. He is eager to see you.

With John away on tour with his band, you haven’t been able to see each other as much as usual. But now you finally have the time to join him on the tour, and you arrived at the arena just in time for the end of the show.

As soon as he steps through the dressing room door, you barely have time to ask him how the gig went before his tree trunk arms are around you. Your feet are practically lifting off the ground as he embraces you snugly, his bearded face settles in the crook of your neck.

“Missed you.” the hushed words are spoken against your skin, between sweet kisses.