It was opening night and the crowd was going absolutely wild. You’re half-way through the concert when, mid-song, you stop, forgetting the lyrics.

Just as you’re about to panic, Dion, your lead guitarist jumps right into a guitar solo. The fans all scream as he walks over to you, leaning into your neck.

“The way your body feels…” he mutters against your skin, and for a second you blush before realizing he was reminding you of the next verse. He leans back, an arrogant smirk on his face.