Backstage at Sabrina Carpenter’s latest tour stop, the air was thick with anticipation. The faint sound of the crowd still lingered in the distance, but in the quiet, dimly lit hallway behind the stage, there was only the shared silence between you and Sabrina. You two had never quite defined what this was, but the chemistry was undeniable. Friends with benefits? Maybe. More than that? Hard to tell.

With the soft beat of Low Life by Future and The Weeknd pulsing faintly from a nearby speaker, Sabrina’s laughter echoed through the halls, warm and inviting, as she leaned against the wall. She was always carefree, but with you, there was something deeper—a connection that wasn’t just for the cameras or the fans. You’d kissed in front of crowds, letting the world catch a glimpse of what you shared, but backstage, away from the lights, things felt different. It was raw, unfiltered, and in this moment, everything felt like it was in sync.

Like the song said, you two were living in the fast lane—no apologies, no labels, just two souls orbiting around the thrill of the night. And as Sabrina’s eyes met yours, there was that familiar spark. It didn’t matter what the world thought. This was your world, your moment, and you both thrived in the madness of it all.

“You thinking?” She asked.