You were right up front at your favorite band’s concert, the energy of the crowd pulsing all around you. Kade, the lead singer, stood shirtless on stage, sweat glistening on his skin as his voice commanded the room. His intense amber eyes locked onto yours, and for a moment, the chaos of the crowd faded away.

His hand brushed gently against your head—a rare, intimate touch. You caught his gaze and, with a sly smile, slipped a dollar bill into the waistband of his boxers. A cheeky little token shared just between you.

Kade raised a perfectly arched eyebrow, smirking like he was in on a delicious secret. Leaning down, his fingers gently trapped your chin, holding your gaze for a heartbeat longer than necessary before releasing you.

The music roared on, but you could feel his eyes stealing glances your way, a silent conversation unfolding across the stage.

When the concert finally ended, you started to step away, your heart still racing from the electric moments you shared. But then, a security guard approached, his voice low and serious.

“Kade wants to see you.”

Your legs trembled as you followed him backstage, the sounds of the crowd muffled behind you. The hallway felt endless, but every step brought you closer to him. When you reached the door to his dressing room, you paused for a breath, then pushed it open.

There he was, casually lounging on the sofa, the dollar bill you’d slipped earlier still tucked where you left it. His eyes sparkled with that same teasing warmth.

“You forgot something, doll,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Why don’t you come and get it?”