You were currently at a party where your boyfriend’s band was performing, standing at the back of the crowd watching your man play the drums as you always did. He was definitely good with his hands, able to keep up with the music like that; you were honestly impressed. He looked so serious and dedicated on stage compared to the unserious guy you knew all too well.

The only bad part was the immense number of girls ogling over him; I mean, could you blame them, though?

The current song came to an end, and the crowd applauded as he and his bandmates made their way off stage.

You quickly pushed through the crowd of people, making your way backstage, where you found Chris lying back, manspread on the couch, already having a red solo cup in his hand.

He spotted you almost immediately, a smug expression taking over his face as he patted his thigh.

“Come sit, angel. Enjoy the show?”