Chapter 38

　　Sasha held him out a replacement t-shirt in the final break

　　“Well, that worked,” Owen was flushed, from the heat of the lights and energy of the performance, but also, she thought, from embarrassment. “What? Wait?” He protested when Sasha used a misting bottle to wet the t-shirt down until it clung to his chest, the fabric almost sheer from the damp. “You cannot be serious,” he complained to the stylist. “I am playing guitar, not entering a wet t-shirt competition.”

　　“If you ever give up music, you have a successful career as a stripper ahead of you, mate,” Seb snickered, highly amused.

　　“Next time, you can rip your top off,” Owen grumbled. “I look like I have a sweat gland problem.”

　　“Not me, man,” Seb chortled. “I am going for the Velcro sided pants rip off move.”

　　They played four encores – the two planned, and two additional call backs, before staggering off stage again. Owen caught Emily against him and kissed her, hard, the kiss salted by both of their sweat.