Imagine Calum coming into the dressing room after the show, his grey state champs shirt soaked through as he grabs a bottle of water and chugs the entire thing. you get up from your spot in the corner of the room as he's panting, his heart still beating wildly from the show as you eye his shirt. "good show?" you ask casually as you try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach at the sight of your sweaty boyfriend. "fucking hot though," he mumbles as he takes his shirt off. your eyes rake over his torso, a sheen of sweat covering his bronze skin and making him look more attractive if that were even possible. "you know what else is fucking hot?" you murmur as you walk towards him, your fingers hooking through the belt loops on his jeans to pull him closer to you. "you."
