Aspen leans against the wall of the room behind the stage that he occupies with his bandmates, hearing the cheers of the crowd just a few yards behind him. He fidgets with one of the buttons of his shirt, doing and undoing it repeatedly. He pops it open and turns to Emery—really, he just likes seeing the other’s face turn pink. Em! Is this too much, do you think?
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