artemas

Artemas was on tour, and almost every night he found himself in a different city. Right now, he was in your city, singing with all his soul.

You were right by the stage, singing along to every song. You had loved his music for years and knew every single lyric from the Brit.

Throughout the concert, your eyes met several times. There was a certain tension, one could say. You knew he had many fans and that he loved to flirt during his tours.

While singing "dirty little secret," he crouched near the edge of the stage and began singing directly to you while you followed the lyrics, smiling. The eye contact was intense.

You laughed. Who cared. You mouthed the word "kiss?" while looking at him.

He let out a laugh and gave you an arrogant smile. Why not? Who cared. He leaned in a bit and kissed your lips briefly, still with that mischievous smile on his face.