Furrowing my brows, I scratch my temple as an uneasy feeling settles in the pit of my stomach.
Given her plenty.
Plenty of what?
I brush the strangeness of the last three minutes off and turn my attention back to the stage, where Recoil is absolutely killing it in their first official headline act.
They’re on fire, and the crowd is loving them.
I get swept away in the music and excitement, and before I know it, what feels like two minutes has actually been over two hours.
The encore wraps up, and the crowd erupts again. The lights dim, and Danger runs off the stage. I hang back but position myself so he can see me as soon as he rushes down the stairs. I half expected him to make a beeline straight for the table with refreshments, but instead, he spots me and charges over, scooping me up in his arms and twirling me around.
I can’t help but squeal from the sudden motion, laughter bubbling up before he slides me down his body and presses his lips to mine hungrily. His hard, toned body feels like heaven against me before he brings his sweaty forehead against mine.
I pull back and playfully scrunch up my face. “Urgh… you’re all sticky.”
He laughs, shaking his head, and I am showered with droplets of sweat flying from his loose hair. I groan, stepping back and playfully slapping his bicep. He chuckles at my reaction.
“So… what did you think?”
“I think you’re truly a voice to be reckoned with, Danger. You guys are so fucking ready. I know you’re going to make it big.”
“Yeah, we are. We’re not the bridesmaids anymore, baby!”
Opening my eyes wide, I smirk. “Baby?”
He shrugs. “Just roll with it. After-party?” he asks.
I nod in agreement before Danger takes my hand, and together, we head back toward the green room with the crowd still chanting “Recoil” in the distance. Though the hall is dimly lit, Danger’s smile could easily light up the entire space. He’s buzzing with excitement from finally headlining, and seeing him like this floods me with joy.
As we round the corner and enter the room, Matt, Nate, and Ryan are all packing up. We have one more show here tomorrow night before moving on to Queensland.
Ryan spots me first. “I thought you were supposed to be selling our shirts, not wearing them. Were you even on the merch stand tonight, little Miss Lazy Bones?” Ryan quips, and I look at Danger, who smirks and shrugs.
I have no comeback, so I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it, flashing him. He cracks up laughing, but Danger groans and shakes his head while Matt chuckles and Nate stares at me a little too much.
For fuck’s sake!
“If I can’t wear your shirts, I’ll just take them off then,” I jest.
Ryan throws his hands in the air in approval, letting out a loud “whoop” as Danger tugs at my shirt.
“Okay, that’s enough. Don’t flash my bandmates,” Danger warns, shooting me a pointed glare.
“Sorry, Ryan just makes me wanna take my clothes off.”
“Hell, yeah,” Ryan quips.
“Only because he makes me feel so dirty I need to shower,” I add, prompting laughter from the others at Ryan’s expense.
“I will get you back for that one, little miss. Don’t you worry.” Ryan chuckles, still good-natured despite my teasing.
Looking at Danger, I notice he seems slightly less annoyed now. I probably shouldn’t have flashed my bra-covered boobs to his bandmates, but Ryan brings out my teasing side. He’s such a loveable goof.
“Okay, let’s get to the after-party. I need a drink,” Danger announces.
The guys all nod and walk toward us.
