Zane

I had a headache.

That was the first thing I thought when I jumped off stage and made my way through the crowd.

The second thing?

I didn't want a marshmallow.

Stupid that my thoughts came in that order, but my normally twitchy sweaty fingers didn't shove themselves into my jeans pocket in search of comfort.

My eyes searched for her.

But the crowd was stifling, nearly impossible to get through, and I knew I needed to kiss her, if I ...