Once in an interview, someone asked Caroline what was the most attractive thing about a man in her opinion Her answer was rather simple, it wasn’t a long list of physical attributes though that never hurt, but it was passion. Caroline adored passionate people, she loved people who were able to give one hundred percent. There was magic to be had when two people found passion together, it was addicting, and fulfilling. It was the biggest turn off for Caroline when someone half lived their life, and she felt like she’d finally found someone to match her passion in such a way that if their passion was flames—she’d go up in them without a single hesitation.

That’s where her mind wandered as she waited in the crowd, as close to the stage as she could be surrounded by both security, La Mar and Sal and anyone else who worked closely with the love of her life. She’d seen him perform before, once before they even met, and her own fashion show, but this was different. Perhaps, it was that she’d seen more of the preparations than she ever had. Or maybe it was that she styled him, so she knew that he looked more than fine. It was hard to even concentrate when she was measuring him to make sure that not only everything fit perfectly but he was comfortable, performing wasn’t for the weak.

The show started, and Caroline high from a blunt she shared and drunk on love and tequila shots was more than hype. She was so f***ing proud of him, he was so talented that she couldn’t even believe that he was hers. Maybe, it was that those same hands that gripped the microphone had also gripped around her throat, squeezing expertly to provide that little high that came from breath play but never hard enough to hurt her. Maybe, it was his lips that were parted to sing and cause every single girl in the crowd to swoon, had kissed all over her entire body, left bite marks to claim what was his, and if Caroline was anything in this world, she was his.

Maybe, just maybe, it was the way his arms looked in that shirt that she had to sort of coax him to wear, those same arms that wrapped around her waist to pull her into his lap. Or how his pants fit perfectly cause she spent time on her knees measuring him to ensure that perfect fit, and while she was down there, again, that was another whole story that if she thought about too much, she’d lose her mind.

It was the way she could see the passion for the music he’d created, the way he was so in his element. It was one hundred percent every time he noticed her, singing to her, always making her feel so f***ing special. It was her necklace around his neck, a little nod to the way he loved her, and the way she’d spent the last forty five minutes shaking her ass and being a bigger fan than the screaming people behind her. It didn’t help that Caroline did in fact know exactly how he could flick his tongue, or it was the small little “I see you, baby” that sent her completely over the edge.

The show was over and no one wanted to leave, except Caroline. She didn’t want to leave, but she certainly had other plans. She was escorted through the small section between the stage and the crowd, stopping to take photos with anyone who wanted, but her mind was on her man and how she wanted to see him.

The second she was able to see him, she ran towards him. “Baby–i’m sweaty, did you–” He started and her arms were around him quickly, cutting him off, lips on his kissing him with all that passion that she had only for him. “I don’t care.” she said simply, hands sliding down both of his arms to his hands to pull him towards a dressing room, not even sure it was his. “Take off your f***ing clothes and show me I’m yours.”