Nearly an hour passed before everyone cleared out. Emmett sat heavily on his piano bench, and let out a huge, relieved sigh. I crossed to him, and he smiled when I approached.
“Amazing show.”
“Thank you.” He yawned, and clapped a hand over his mouth. “It’s worth all the work, even if it’s exhausting.”
I put a hand on his shoulder, and when Emmett leaned into me, I stepped closer and slid my fingers into his hair. He sighed again, this time sounding more content.
“You’re so tired, honey. Too tired to go out.”
Emmett jerked upright, his eyes wide. “No! I want to…” He gave a little whine. “I’ve been waiting to see you. I need—”
I kissed his forehead, cutting off his words. “I know. Me, too. How about we go back to my place instead? You can relax. And we can spend time together.”
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