"I wouldn't want anyone else on the dance floor for company." Damien couldn't resist flirting as the drummer started to move against him. The touch felt so good that Damien gasped as his head pressed into Zack's hand. Who cared who else was looking? He met that admiring gaze and leaned in to press their lips together.

"Do I get more time alone with you after tonight?" Damien whispered as he pushed his hands up into the back of Zack's hair. Those curls were the devil's work for how much he wanted to touch them.