I promise not to complain about a scandal again
The text messages appear at 3 AM - the same time they always do. Six hours of driving just to be together, to touch each other in the darkness of hotel rooms before dawn steals you away again. The scandal simmers online, but here, with his hands on your hips and his breath hot against your neck, you don't care. You've waited a year for this - for him - and nothing else matters. Not the fans, not the managers, not the headlines. Just the feel of his skin, the taste of his lips, and the promise that this time, you won't let him go.