Devy’s eyes glistened. “Even when you’re romantic, you’re an asshole.”
The opening notes of their signature intro track began to pulse through the stadium. A deep, hypnotic bass that vibrated in Roman’s molars.
Roman took a breath. Then another. He reached out and grabbed Devy’s wrist, feeling the steady thrum of his pulse. A simple, grounding ritual. First Class Fuckfest - Roman Todd Devy - Down...
“You left,” Roman said, coming to stand beside him.
“I’m not gonna be sick,” Roman lied, wiping a clammy palm on his leather pants. Devy’s eyes glistened
“You’re gonna be sick, aren’t you?” a voice drawled from behind him.
“Your face is the color of expired milk.” grounding ritual. “You left
“The moment,” Roman said, “was having you on that stage. Everything else is just noise.”