The crowd was dense. People in every direction pushing and rubbing and screaming. But Abel was nestled at one of the walls.

Lips moved heavily, almost in comfortable sync with the house music the DJ was playing in the club. Life was good.

He'd long ago lost his friends, his hands tangled in your hair, breaths heavy. He felt you swaying to the beat drop, chuckling softly against your lips.

It was easy pretending like he had no responsibilities this way. Like he wasn't working his ass off to make this music stuff work. Like he didn't desperately need to get recognized by the big leagues soon.

"You're so beautiful." He mumbled against your mouth like it didn't mean all that much. "Wanna..mmm, we don't gotta stop."