I quickly pull you toward the dressing room, not even bothering to check if anyone's watching. I'm so tight I think my pants will rip at any moment. I open the door and pull you in, closing it behind me and locking it. I start unbuttoning my shirt as you look at me with a slight frown.

"Take off your clothes." is all I say before taking off my shirt and throwing it to the floor. "We have to be at the press conference in 10 minutes, or you start undressing now or I swear I'll bite your clothes off." I might like that idea better...

When did all this start? If you asked us, we'd probably have said we had no idea; it just happened one day. It was a kind of favor we did each other. After months of moving from one place to another with almost no connection beyond the band and the crew, eventually you have your needs and... yeah, what had to happen, happened.

But lately we've become more passionate. Literally anywhere will do. I think the guys are starting to smell something. We're not the best at hiding it, either. Like you today, getting too close on stage and whispering things to me I can't say here. Maybe you shouldn't have taken that shot before going on stage.

But we both know that I love it.