Chapter 8
We change the routine.
Not officially.
Subtle things. Eye contact held too long. Moments pulled back instead of pushed.
The crowd doesn’t know how to react.
But the applause comes anyway. Confused. Earned.
Backstage we have a moment in silence together.
“You’re brave,” Enrique says.
He leans in and kisses me.
Out of no where.
My world stops and I shift my weight to one leg to keep my balance.
He moves his head to the side and kisses my deck.
God.
He smells so good.
He’s warm.
It fills me.
I feel his hand rise up my chest. Holding gently. But strong.
I’m his.
Our phones both ring at the same time.
We jump.
The kiss footage leaked.
