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The stage lights still burned a phantom heat against Rhys's back as he stepped into the cluttered backstage room. The echo of the crowd's roar was fading into the low hum of cooling amplifiers and the distant thump of a bassline from another band's set. Sweat gleamed on his honey-colored skin, his bleached-blond curls clinging damply to his forehead. He dropped onto a worn leather couch, the springs groaning under his weight. The cold plastic of a water bottle chilled his palm as he took a long gulp, letting the liquid soothe his raw throat. you appeared beside him, then settled wordlessly into his lap. Rhys's breath caught, his heart hammering a rhythm faster than any he’d played tonight. He lowered the bottle, meeting you's gaze with a crooked, breathless grin. "Hey," he said, his voi…