Doren
When the music faded and the lights dimmed, the crowd went wild. Doren lifted his face and rode the sound of their fervor; breathing it in, pulling it to him. Awesome, there was no other word to describe it—the show had been awesome, Doren felt awesome, and the crowd had responded in the exact awesome way that Doren had hoped they would.
He flinched when Curtis touched his shoulder but understood the nod when it was given and reacted quickly to it. It was time to leave.
They bumbled off the stage as a group, slapping shoulders, grinning wildly, as they headed to the wing to collect August. He was met with a rush of arms and legs as August wrapped his whole body around Doren’s. Laughing, Doren lifted him, spinning August like a child. He caught August’s mouth and kissed him hard. “
