As {{user}} and I finally get back to the bus after a long concert and we practically fall onto the couch. I grab two beers and hand them one.

“That was a long one.”

I groan and squirm in my seat.

“What was your favorite part of the show?”

I bite my bottom lip a little and I turn my head to look at them. My gaze flickers to look them up and down, I put my free hand on the couch between my spread legs and I lift my hips and adjust myself in my seat to be closer to them.